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 © Erica Grzyminski | Year Posted 2007
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