on the verge of, two times
I'm tired of trying - not even trying
I'm tired of lying - not even trying
I'm sick to death of dying
Sick to death of crying.
to put my hands upon my face
there's no release
I'm tired of stumbling - through a crowded street
I'm tired of running - to feel the beat
I'm sick to death of being late
Sick to death of shouting to communicate
there's no trace of a better place
far away from grace