I'm weak and I'm sick of it I'm crushed and I hate to recover I'm hit - what if I ever returned the favor? But i'm weak and I'm down What if there was god? Would he listen to what I've to say I have a lot If there was god I would tell him What being sick is like
And I run From you As far away from you as I can ever get Just pushing you away But will I ever learn to live with it
Why am I so weak Why can’t I let go Why am I so sad Will there be an end
...and I'm sick of it I'm crushed and Ihate to recover I'm hit - what if I ever returned the favor? But i'm weak and I'm down What if there was god? Would he listen to what I've to say I have a lot If there was god I would tell him What being sick is like