sick and tired of trying they say they love you you wanna believe it so you can feel that compassionate touch drift off into Ecstasy with them when its over its over and all feelings pushed aside you can see them for who they are and realize it was all an illusion left alone left confused left cold is it all just for a couple minutes of pleasure ? you loved a boy once wondering now if you even know how to love a MAN love seems to be everywhere but around you months blend together as if your spinning sick of feeling used grows to anger which changes to depression then repeat repeat repeat how do we break this i could make the perfect girlfriend i could make the perfect wife how do can you not see it you mistake me then you miss me you hate me then you call me late at night confessing you still love me what about her? what about me? im so sick of it all lock my self up throw my phone out the window and close the blinds sick and tried of looking i keep my heart open and love will find its way inside i believe this most of all