I'm sick of merely existing.   Day to day.   No hope.   I need something more to replace this emptiness.   Strength from within.   I'm sick.      Chorus:   God heal me back to the place like a little child looking for the one he really wants to be like.   Heal me back.   Heal me back.   Relieve my pain.      Suffocating in my filth.   I'm inhaling my fate.   Why do I do the things I hate?   Addicting confusion.   Pain I create.   I'm sick.      (repeat chorus)      I'm failing.   I'm miserable without You.   I'm am nothing and I'll never be anything without You.   Heal me back cause I'm sick.   I'm sick.   I'm sick.   I'm sick, sick.   I'm sick, sick.   I'm sick, sick.   I'm sick, sick.      (repeat chorus)      I'm sick, sick.   I'm sick, sick.   I'm sick, sick.   I'm sick, sick.