May 28, 2005 00:12
It makes me sick how much you change.
It makes me sick how much you use people.
It makes me sick how you only think about yourself.
It makes me sick to know I let you use me.
It makes me sick to how downright mean you are.
It makes me sick to know how I thought you were real.
It makes me sick to know how I thought you were genuine.
It makes me sick to know how much I don't like you.
It makes me sick to know you.