I Am Sick of Love

i am sick of love such words and such nonsense when love does not envy yet its hard to live and not be green, (for love is hard to do and i am sick of losing such hard-time battles that i can surely lose my mind before my next birthday those young lovers(that young girl and foolish boy with his side-chick that is not love, that is nonsense) oh, i have seen nonsense come and go, and i have cried my grief and laughed my jealousy all those girls with broken hearts, i give them a standing ovation for they are all fools, and i don't give a fly's bum for them. (my thoughts have jumped, up and down and up and down summer autumn winter spring, -love is destroying and i am not living a happy life yet i sat there and took the blows and cigarette burns on flesh and i smile, yet i sit and smile the nights and days away and so-called friends say "why that way" and I say "U and Me aren't friends... I have no friends-" long haired beauties come and go, chicks and babes and boys with egos bigger than their hot-air heads are floating away, and back and forth and back and forth party after party after party, kiss after kiss after kiss, and chests being groped after chests being groped legs in nylon and high heels all around- are all gone, cause they don't care anymore themselves look now the ***** and the white girl walk the night train together waiting for the first rail car to take them away from all things and all ways that kill them and do not let them live and i sit smoking a cigarette with no one and its quiet and i hope that tonight is the last night, because i am sick of love already, i am just sick of love already, i am just sick of the damn games of broken hearts and broken promises, blue-eyed death come and take me away (but first lets have a drink- a pink of whiskey or two or three or four and one last cigarette before the night is through, and i shall tell you before the clock sticks noon how i am just sick of love for i am a man out of luck- kiss me blue-eyed death (take me to your dark angel girls- and tell them to kiss me goodnight, love me tonight, as mortality has run its last grain of sand out on me- and take me and take me and take me too a place where love is just a figment of an imagination -only a nightmare, a bad dream (too sleep the night away, too wake another day, and be in a different place then this and to know love is gone from me for i am sick of love already... I'm through-)