I remember the times of the i love you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But you come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights you stayed.
The child in me, from the times you loved me.
The debt you owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time you spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that you are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when you apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But you come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights you stayed.
The child in me, from the times you loved me.
The debt you owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time you spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that you are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when you apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what you say,
what you do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how you talk to me,
how you treat me,
what you think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what you say,
what you do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how you talk to me,
how you treat me,
what you think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.