so nauseated, how I feel all the time,
so weak, how I know I'll crack,
so alone, how I am with out you,
so me, why I don't have you,

so pretty, but never the right kind of pretty,
so funny, you seem to laugh at every word I say,
so adoring, though you hardly deserve it,
so in love, with the wrong man.

so willing, to do anything for you,
so hard, to keep on trying,
so soft, my pale untouched skin,
so far away, your touch seems.

so used, it's obvious,
so hurt, the worst kind of pain,
so little time, if any left together,
so me, and I still don't have you.