If I die in my sleep I couldn't care less Nothing good about me, I have nothing left And in my dreams I'm losing teeth, I'm watching you undress Nothing good about me, I have nothing left And I am sick, I am sick I am sick to death of it And I am sick, I am sick I am sick of it And if I never wake again Free from this pain that soils my head In my dreams I can sleep Awaken from this mess And I am sick, I am sick I am sick to death of it I am sick, I am sick I am sick of it And if I die in my sleep I pray my soul is yours to keep I am sick, I am sick I am sick of it And if we never speak again Know that I loved you till the end I am sick, I am sick I am sick of it I am sick I am sick I am sick I am sick I am sick I am sick of it