Ripping up all the letters that you wrote
In all hopes I'm in a better mood
All that for it to last only a second cause
I'm trapped by the thought of you
And all that you do (do)
And all that you did (did)
You know what you did
All that you do
Making me think about what I just said
How many girls have you had in your bed?
Do you tell them they're all special
God, I pray for your mental
But I find myself caught in the thought
Of the"what ifs" like
What we could have been
And the places we won't ever walk
And the thought of you with somebody new
Puts my stomach all in knots
Ew! It smells like bitch
I'm so
Sick
Got me sick to my stomach
Hate the feeling when it hits my guts
Got me looking dumb I'm so
Sick of your shit
And the stuff that comes with it
I hate the fact that I still miss you
Even after all that you did
So sick, so sick of all of your bullshit
So sick, so sick don't know how you do it
So sick, so sick you know what you did
So sick, so sick I'd do it again
What we could have been
Stomach all in knots
So sick