It hurts to look at you,
Seeing you acting all...Odd.
I often want to shake you,
Since all you do is disgust me.
I thought I was just nauseous,
But I realized I was sickened by you.
You're to blame,
I'm to walk out.
So perhaps I shall,
Maybe I'll pity you.
These cramps are killing me,
I wonder what will kill you back.
Or am I barely feeling anything,
Of what you have to go through?
I wouldn't know.
I suppose I won't find out.
I know I tried,
And that it was all what I could've done.
So goodbye Mr. Lover,
Farewell my friend.
I've said my prayers long enough.
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