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*b*Sick Of You (Sub Urban & DNMO):*b*
I've been away too long from you and I'm sorry
But I can't control just what you do
And I hope to god that you leave me soon
That you walk away from this
Burning bridge that you crossed too late
And you just forget that we ever met
But before you forget
There's just something I have to say
I'm sick of your voice
Sick of your face
Sick of your choices
Sick of your name
Sick of your pleasure
Sick of your pain
Sick of your pressure
Sick of your game
I wish I never ever met you
Five years of mistakes I'll never undo
I'm not your medicine or your tool
Don't expect me to ever fix you
Every little thing always seems to be about you
Exercise your criticism then get mad when I'm through
You think your traumas don't affect a single person 'round you
I'm not your therapist or boyfriend, try and get the two confused
I'm best friends with your new boyfriend and I'll tell him every truth
I don't care if he doesn't like it, I don't care if he tells you
Text me that you f*ckin' hate me, well it's 'bout time that you do
Get the f*ck up out my life because I'm still in love with
I'm sick of your voice
Sick of your face
Sick of your choices
Sick of your name
Sick of your pleasure
Sick of your pain
Sick of your pressure
Sick of your game
Sick of your sight
Sick of your shape
Sick of your spite
I'm sick of your shade
I'm sick of your lies
Sick of your lazy
Sick of your cries
I'm sick of your crazy
I wish I never ever met you
Five years of mistakes I'll never undo
I'm not your medicine or your tool
Don't expect me to ever fix you
I've been away too long from you and I'm sorry
But I can't control just what you do
And I hope to god that you leave me soon
That you walk away from this
Burning bridge that you crossed too late
And you just forget that we ever met
But before you forget
There's just something I have to say
I'm sick of your voice
Sick of your face
Sick of your choices
Sick of your name
Sick of your pleasure
Sick of your pain
Sick of your pressure
Sick of your game
I wish I never ever met you
Five years of mistakes I'll never undo
I'm not your medicine or your tool
Don't expect me to ever fix you
Every little thing always seems to be about you
Exercise your criticism then get mad when I'm through
You think your traumas don't affect a single person 'round you
I'm not your therapist or boyfriend, try and get the two confused
I'm best friends with your new boyfriend and I'll tell him every truth
I don't care if he doesn't like it, I don't care if he tells you
Text me that you f*ckin' hate me, well it's 'bout time that you do
Get the f*ck up out my life because I'm still in love with
I'm sick of your voice
Sick of your face
Sick of your choices
Sick of your name
Sick of your pleasure
Sick of your pain
Sick of your pressure
Sick of your game
Sick of your sight
Sick of your shape
Sick of your spite
I'm sick of your shade
I'm sick of your lies
Sick of your lazy
Sick of your cries
I'm sick of your crazy
I wish I never ever met you
Five years of mistakes I'll never undo
I'm not your medicine or your tool
Don't expect me to ever fix you
Moj odgovor:
Gilr1890
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Svetovalnica
Crush
To je kar dolga zgodba. V šoli imam crusha, je moj sošolec. Skupaj pleševa na valeti, kar se mi zdi res ful cute. Ampak ni vse tako lepo, kot se sliši. Z mano se skoraj nič ne pogovarja, večinoma se druži s tistimi popularnimi puncami. Jaz nisem taka in jih ne lovim, pogosto hodijo skupaj na kombi.
Včeraj me je vprašal, če imam narejeno nalogo za kemijo. Dala sem mu, da jo je prepisal, ampak je bila narobe, kar mi je bilo ful nerodno. Danes pa smo imeli glasbo. Pospravljala sem instrument, on pa se je igral s mojo palčko in je enkrat udaril po inštrumentu – ne vem, ali po nesreči ali namenoma, in zdaj res ne vem, kaj naj si mislim.
Najbolj pa me boli to, da ga bom kmalu nehala videvati, ker greva oba na drugo srednjo šolo
Včeraj me je vprašal, če imam narejeno nalogo za kemijo. Dala sem mu, da jo je prepisal, ampak je bila narobe, kar mi je bilo ful nerodno. Danes pa smo imeli glasbo. Pospravljala sem instrument, on pa se je igral s mojo palčko in je enkrat udaril po inštrumentu – ne vem, ali po nesreči ali namenoma, in zdaj res ne vem, kaj naj si mislim.
Najbolj pa me boli to, da ga bom kmalu nehala videvati, ker greva oba na drugo srednjo šolo






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