Sick  

Posted by Paula_Yates

I want you, but you are disgusting
I need you, but I can't trust you
I love you, but you ignore me
I feel you, but you use me
I reach out for you, but you're never there
I talk to you, but you never answer
I look at you, but you look at someone else
I touch you, but you don't feel me
I gave you everything, but you don't want it
I gave you pleasure, but it meant nothing
I think of you, but you don't know that
I'd give you my everything, but you don't deserve it
But I'd give it to you either way
And that makes me sick



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