Sick

I'm sick of all the lies you told,

And sick of all the times you told me "I Love You."

I'm sick of the way you looked at me,

with desire and lust.

I'm sick of the way you treated me,

like a young, inexperienced, playtoy.

I'm sick of the way you kissed me,

with heated passion and hunger.

I'm sick of the way you look at me now,

with wanting and regret.

Regret...

Because you lost the only person who treated you like a Queen,

And who loved you with all her heart.

And now her love is for someone else...

Someone who stole her heart, body, and soul,

and gave theirs in return.

And now you're sick because you're all alone.