Lyric Sick Of It All

Music: simon & garfunkel lyrics: john popper

Well, my eyes are tired and my knees are weak
And so s my soul, it s been one hell of a week
Not much else could go wrong
But damn, this could make a great song

Well, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friend
And i m looking back seeing my world at an end
Cause i m sure that by now she must know
You know, this ain t s bad as songs go

Well i try not to smile, and i try not to stare
And i try not to meet her eyes cause i know nothing s there
It s getting harder every day
But upon reflection, this song is okay

You see when i m down with the blues
I try to put it to some good use
And if i could make something to play
Well, then something s come of it anyway
So at least my songs are all right
At least at the end of the tunnel there s some kind of light
And if all they do is give me something to write
As far as i m concerned, my songs are all right
At least my songs are okay
At least they help make the pain the pain go away
And although i know i ll cry myself to sleep tonight
As far as i m concerned, my songs are all right
My songs are all right

Well, i ve got to realize that love isn t real
And all that stays with you is the pain that you feel
I don t see where i could be wrong
So i might as well finish up this song

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new
I m one of the many, not one of the lucky few
I ve got lots of lonely friends
I bet they wish that this song would end

You see when i m down with the blues
I try to put it to some good use
And if i can make something to play
Well something s come of it anyway
So at least my songs are all right
At least at the end of the tunnel there s some kind of light
And if all they do is give me something to write
Well, as far as i m concerned, my songs are all right
At least my songs are okay
At least they help make the pain go away
And even though i ll cry myself to sleep tonight
Well, rest assured, my songs are all right
My songs are all right

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new
I m one of many, not one of the lucky few
I said i m sick of loving her and i m sick of telling you
I m sick of being in pain, and i know what to do
She says we re good friends, but she s no friend of mine
I m sick of being patient, and i m sick of being kind
I d love her in a big way but i know she don t care
And i m sick of finding out that life just ain t that fair
I m sick of being patient, and i m sick of being kind
And i m sick of these new thing that i m trying to find
I m sick of he loves her and i m sick of she loves him
I m sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whim
The list of what i m sick of is so long
And finally
I m getting sick of this song