I'm on the trip into the no man's land
I'm so sick of vanishing feelings
I'm so sick, so sick at heart
And I'm so sick of lost illusions
No one else can fill the part
And I'm so sick of lost emotions
I'm so sick of hopeless days
And I'm so sick of my confusion
I can't create but I must stay
When I hold your picture in my hand
An endless way of torture
I'm so sick of vanishing feelings
I'm so sick, so sick at heart
And I'm so sick of lost illusions
No one else can feel a part
And I'm so sick of lost emotion
I'm so sick of hopeless days
And I'm so sick of my confusion
I can't create but I must stay
come and see me, believe me,
well as someone who's standing on the edge
Painful sorrow, I'm the ghost man,
the ghost man in your head
I feel the magic tragedy for me
I'm so sick of vanishing feelings
I'm so sick, so sick at heart
And I'm so sick of lost delusions
No one else can fill them up
And I'm so sick of lost emotions
I'm so sick of hopeless days
And I'm so sick of my confusion
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