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You Make Me Sick

Your touch kills Your voice deafens Your sight blinds You make me sick! People like you should be shot Yeah, I've heard that before Infact, I've heard it quite a lot You can't claim me as yours And after that escapade Im done with you furthermore Im not property Im not a toy I dont belong to you Im not here for your "Joy" So sickeningly sweet You make me sick So disgustingly fake You make me sick You think its all a game You make me sick Will you get bored When its all played out Another word, another nail With all your lies Your words have gone pale Seeing through your eyes I know now, its all a blur Do you know what you're doing Or is everything on a spur Dont pretend to be human It doesnt suit you Nor or you beast or alien You have no kind So sickeningly sweet You make me sick So disgustingly fake You make me sick You think its all a game You make me sick Will you get bored When its all played out

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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