I'm sick of writing songs for you.
What did it ever mean to you?
What did you ever do
to deserve them?
I'm sick of bleeding out for you.
Sick of losing tears for you.
What did you ever do
to preserve them?
I am so sick of loving you.
So very sick of needing you.
When all that you ever do
is ignore me.
I'm sick of looking up to you.
Of searching every crowd for you.
Of telling myself that you
Don't abhor me.
But see I think the problem is,
Even though I'm sick of it,
You're the only one that fits
with me.
So yeah, I'm freaking sick of you,
But I can't really say I'm through;
Oh what ever did you do
To me?
