I’m sick of whining
And screaming your name
Calling for you
And you never came
And that I interested in you
Boy was I dumb
Thinking your were perfect
WOW I was way off
Now I am wondering
What did I do?
To lie to myself
What did I do to make you seem precise?
I must have be daydreaming because you are worthless
Now my stomach is turning
And I’m starting to get sick
Why am I writing about you?
When you make me sick
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