ME - Eminem 'If I Had' cover lyrics

sick of not dying for a loved one, partying wild and clubbin. Sick of fretting over my complexion/ sick of girls s**ing my dick and not getting an erection. sick of bein hunched like im under 90kilo-weights-and/ can't release the stress by getting high or wasted. Sick of feeling exasperated/ sick of thinkin that i've been castrated/Sick of wishing i was actually exagguratin. Sick of havin to reserve my emaculate pose/ cuz people observe my every act and post/ Like im bein tracked by a dog's accurate nose/ like they're about to gouge on a pig black from the roast. Sick of anxiety making me feel like im scoped by a primed sniper/ sick of this depression evoked by the pied-piper/ sick of lacking the courage to suicide and leavin a note by the type-writer. sick of feeling like im an otherworldly spirit trapped-in-a-host/ Sick of being invisible like im Caspar the Ghost. Sick of spittin queer-rhymes, and explainin my situation/ with weary-eyes, and painful humiliation. Sick of lyin, sayin im goin-places/ and realise, im displaying no-motivation/ sick of others looking at me with steel-eyes, painted, stoic-faces/ sick of queer-guys, being tainted, scorned and hated. Sick of not gettin laid/ sick of listening to music till i need hearing aids/ sick of bein s**ually confused like the seasons change/ wishin i want to jump out of steamin train or speedin plane Sick of bein a complete and utter mess/ sick of not wanting to even feed my starvin a** Sick of how my life consists of school and lyin in bed/ and not getting out like im caught in a spiderweb Sick of not havin a cute girl in my arm/ sick of not havin my world in my palm/sick of feelin like im wrestlin blindfolded with a shark/ Sick of my emotions repressed like im a rhino that dont charge/ sick of bein good but in a badplace like an albino in the dark Sick of not rappin like biggie or nas though/ to express how i feel when im sad and down a trapdoor/ or if im mad and wana be an a**ehole Sick of anxiety takin the toll/ Sick of not stayin in control/ like im playin sims with a faulty playstation control Sick of tryin to perform/ Sick of tryin to conform/ f** it, ill see you all after d**h in a more desirable form Sick of not leavin bed in the morn/ sick of treading slow/ sick of anxiety eroding my soul like the tides of ebb and flow Sick of wantin to be one of you in the crowd thats laughing at me right now sick of not putting a smile on a pretty girls face/ sick of not being aborted in the frickin first place/