Sick
I don't want you to be sick of me
So now I ask, what do you want me
To do for you?
Should I stop this nonsense?
Should I leave you alone?
Tell me, please.
I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.
I, myself,
Am sick of myself
I want to look better to you
And feel better around you
Oh, how we differ
In so many ways
Makes me wonder id it'll ever work
In those mysterious future days
'Cause being sweet never works
And being myself doesn't either.
What do women want from us?
What will it take?
I'm sick of falling in love
I'm sick of not being able to control it
Why must I want something so
Impossible to obtain?
Should I wait?
Will you ever fall in love with me?
Are you annoyed?
Or are you sick of me?
Oh, I hate love.
I'm sick of love.
I'm sick of Briarcliff,
But I can't bear to leave it.
I'm sick of my cowardice
Why can't I just sit next to you?
I know I don't deserve you,
And I'm sick of being self-conscious
I'm sick of myself,
But hopefully,
In the mysterious future,
You will come to love me for who I am.
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