Sick of Being Sick Video (MV)

What's the point in my success
I don't f*cking want it if I'm living with regrets
I push away from those I cherish
Thinking if these ties are dependent, need them severed
But these connections are a two way street
Look up in the mirror, that's who played me
No doubt we had that love where two made three
I just wish we did the math before the due date reached

5 years
That's like 2 thousand days
40 thousand hours that I led you astray
Cutting out your fantasy of smiling every day now all that I can notice is the scars that I've made,
You told me face to face, relationships are pain
I know it's all my fault that love will never be the same
I've sorted out my brain, can't we try and start again
Shit I see it in your eyes, no belief that I have changed

And TBH, shes always been correct
She had it right even when she's writing with her left
I'm ignorant to how I feel until it's off my chest
I think I know myself, that girl knows me best
Her dress Sheike, like damn who's she
Let me slip it down see the Calvin's underneath
She so intellectual, I put her on a pedestal
Sensible and flexible, call her Ms Incredible

Commitment issues, that's for sure
I've been scared to lose since my dad met the lord
You and I were living in the same room but couldn't close it off
Cause I had 1 foot out the door
New Year's Eve yeah it don't be feeling right
Drinking on my own, rethinking over life
Every time i see the fireworks i get a smile cause I reminisce on how your eyes shine just as bright
I'm sick of saying imma try
I'm sick of acting like imma switch up my life
I'm sick of being sick of being sick of being sick of myself and my motherf*cking lies
Nowadays my phones blowing up
Every time I rush to it, hoping it's your number
But the last thing you said, besides leaving me on read
Is that your feelings ain't there and it's time to forget

F*ck I think about you too much
Still got photos of the times you and I were still young
Living with our mums, sneaking round the dark
Getting under sheets, on the daily making love
Having fun till it's sun up
With god as my witness you and I are on the come up
You thinking it's as simple as what we got in common
But all we need to make it work is passion and the lovin
Wassup