Feeling sick
Sick of loving
Sick of caring
Sick of seeing your face
Sick of wondering of what's on your mind
Sick of thinking, what I've already did with my own self, my own feeling.
Sick when I know, you look for your own way. I think. No clue.
Yeah
But
I'm happy for feeling sick
I don't need to plan about the future
I don't need to fly away with my dreams
Maybe I'm asking too long without any answer
Maybe we really don't need to clarify anything
Maybe I just need
...to realize the reality.
And my stupidity
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Paloma already told us, "Only love can hurt like this"
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