...sick of you...

*@ office*

I hate some of the people who worked around me (that, dear friends, includes my big boss.. oops.). They sucked the energy out of me, drained me dry towards the end of the day. So, this song aptly sums it all up... here goes...

A Place For My Head - Linkin Park
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I watch how the
Moon sits in the sky in the dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming
The moon’s going to owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do
Favors and then rapidly You just
Turn around and start asking me
about
Things that you want back from me

I’m sick of the tension
sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don’t understand
(You’ll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

Maybe someday I’ll be just like you and
Step on people like you do and Run
Away from the people I thought I knew

I remember back then who you were
You used to be calm used to be strong
Used to be generous but you should’ve known
That you’d
Wear out your welcome now you see
How quiet it is all alone
I’m so
Sick of the tension sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I’m so
Sick of the tension
sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
You try to take the best of me

Go away