Treasure Island

Sans Serif

(March 24,1991 / where ever the stars still spell my name)

Love Sick (Wide Awake)

Oh, I'm so sick of loving you,
I'm so sick of loving you.
As I walk an empty street
You are all I see with me
And, I'm so sick of you.

I'm wide awake
To what you did,
How you hurt me
And left me here alone.
My heart dies in a
Place where we were
Tied and I'm so sick
Of loving you.
Love is such a simple word
That comes so easily to tounges,
But to me it is nothing
More than a word.
Why so did I use this verb
To describe how I felt about you?
No matter how hard I try,
I can never redo the past.
No matter how hard I wish,
i can never undo this hurt.
No matter how hard I pray,
I can never have you back.


If I could say anything
Would it matter?
If I could do anything
Would you even care?
I need you no more!


I'm so sick
Of how you left
Me and died.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, July 05, 2011

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  • Brooke Peterson (10/20/2009 11:24:00 AM)

    'Why so did I use this verb
    To describe how I felt about you? '

    Gave me goosebumps!
    Love this! ! ! (Report) Reply

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