I Get Sick Sometimes (Jon Bellion's Human - My Version)

So I've been told that I'm not living right. I don't doubt it cause I feel guilty when I go to church.

But the pastor says if i'm saved, I'd be fine. I tried that but still can't take this pain off my chest.

I can spend a million on many thoughts, but I'm still petrified of going broke.

I had someone beautiful in my bed last night, but I'm still paranoid that I'd die alone.

My mother calls, I have no time to talk, but I could find the time to screw around so much.

She prays daily and I hear her voice, but the echoes in my head are just too loud.

I've got no nerve to call the woman I love, I miss her daily but still don't talk.

I have a few friends that I still love, but I doubt they'd believe it when they read this post.

To those friends I just met, so sorry I messed it up so soon, I've never made it beyond first dates.

If I had more balls, I'd tell the ones I love, that they are the reason I wrote this poem.

I feel fragile with each line, like powder falling off to dust, Dear lord help me type one more line.

I know I may not get that help I seek, I've been up and down too long to just be found

They know that I know my way home, I've just gotten so fund of being lost, I'm not here

I'm just so sick of being human, it's eating me up slowly, Can't wait to stop being human...