Sick of You

I really don't know why she's sill better than me,
Seriously, how perfect do I have to be?
I try and try and I'm never enough,
Whatever, I'm sick of your games and sick of your love.

Sick of your eyes that burn into my heart,
Sick of your lies that tear me apart,
Sick of your words that make me cry,
Sick of the times I wish to die.

Sick of the way your touch feels on my skin,
Sick of your laugh, your frown, and your grin,
I'm sick of love and I want it to end,
Why can't I see you as just a friend.

Sick of hearing the same old lines,
Sick of knowing I should look for signs,
Signs that show if you love someone new,
Most of all, I'm sick of loving you.