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by Mims   May 3, 2005


Sick of all the lying
sick of all the crying
sick of all the denying
sick of all the pain
sick of all the feeling running through my brain
sick of the thinking tracing out your name
sick of all the things i wish would be the same
sick of all the stuff you said
sick of all the days, just laying in
my bed
sick of all the knowing, to you I'm better off dead
sick of all the times a tear had been shed
sick of you ruling my mind, just get out
we don't have enough time
sick of all the times you've said
"i love you"
sick of all the times you've been there
sick of all the times you've said you care
I'm sick of you, the things you do drive me crazy!
i cant help but love you
but frankly i wish you would stop
cause I'm sick of that to.

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