I haven't eaten barely anything in two days.
I'm sick to my stomach all day,
just the smell of food makes me want to *****.
I'm tired beyond belief;
but I cannot sleep.
Everytime my eyes close I see you.
You haunt my dreams.
It really isn't fun to wake up screaming.
All day long you consume my thoughts.
Every little thing remind me of you.
Suddenly, I feel sick again.
Maybe I'm being selfish,
I mean maybe I should be happy for you.
At the same time though, I wish it were me.
I wish I was the one holding you at night.
I wish I was your goodmorning kiss.
...I wish I was the one having your baby...
I wish I didn't get so sick thinking of you.
Running out of church in the middle of service,
breaking down in the bathroom;
crying on the floor...
Thats not me.
Ive always been the one to hold it together.
I never let anyone see my hurt.
I guess you're my weakness.
My sickness.
If you wanted to,
you could be my cure.