"s.A.D" lyrics

I don't feel much today
There's a sadness down deep in my bones
It's like I'm brain dead but I'm awake
And I'm scared that I'm losing hope

Am I damned, am I cursed
'Cause the prayers never work
Maybe I'm not fit to be saved
But all good things come to those who wait

And I'm seven days in just trying to cope
And I'm hanging by a thread at the end of my rope
Dreaming of a future that I'll never have
The days are getting brighter but I'm
Just so sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick of being S.A.D
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick of being S.A.D

I used to think, yeah I used to believe
That I could be anything I wanted to be
But now the sun sets down in the dirt
And sentimental is just another word
But I'm not mad, I'm much worse
'Cause I hate how it hurts
Wishing I could wish it away

But all good things come to those who wait

And I'm seven months in just trying to cope
And I'm hanging by a thread at the end of my rope
Dreaming of a future that I'll never have
The days are getting brighter but I'm
Just so sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick of being S.A.D
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick of being S.A.D

And I'm seven years in just trying to cope
And I'm hanging by a thread at the end of my rope
Dreaming of a future that I'll never have
The days are getting brighter but I'm
Just so sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick of being S.A.D
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick of being S.A.D

Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick of being S.A.D
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick of being S.A.D

I don't feel much today...