I am so sick of it
Of all the wondering
If things could be different
And if they still can be.

So sick of trying
Of trying so hard
To get you to fall of me
It drains my energy.

So sick of wishing
Wishing that false hope
That we will one day
Be together.

So sick of pretending
That nothing happened
Because it did
And it changed the both of us.

So sick of being angry
Angry that I can’t
I just can’t get
What I really want.

So sick of being upset
Upset at what we are
And what we really
Just could of been.