Sick of You
Sometimes I wonder what we are
Really doing here
And then you sit back to tell me
What you think of me
I’m so sick of your whining
And complaining
So I am here to tell you
Why is it that when you come around
I feel sick
Sick of you
Sick of you
So I wake up still wasted
On the couch again
You don’t even ask where
The fuck have you been
You’re so sick of my lying
And addictions
So you are here to tell me
Why is it that when you come around
I feel sick
Sick of you
Sick of you
I’m so sick of you
I’m so sick of you
I’m so sick of you
I’m so sick, so sick
I’m so sick of you
I’m so sick of you
I’m so sick of you
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