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By empyrean Date: 2002 Dec 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.09.19.38.5236]] |
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I'm sick sick of the way you say one thing and mean another sick of the lies you tell me sick of the lines you feed me sick of the feeling i get when you're anywhere near me sick of the fact that you still get to me sick of you thinking its always about you sick of the way you won't let stuff go sick of being angry whenever i think of you sick of the way my stomach knots sick of being fucked over sick of your baggage sick of you dumping your shit on me sick of your demands sick of giving and getting nothing in return sick of being trapped into honesty when you give me NOTHING sick of the way you won't deal with your problems sick of how you think you can get away with anything sick of being a doormat sick of believing sick of being hurt sick of letting people in sick of dealing with you sick of being a great friend sick of it all lovesick? NOT A CHANCE There's no way in hell I'd give you the satisfaction |