Sick of You

August 17, 2008
No, this can’t be happening now.
Why should this happen to me?
How could I ever even allow
To think that for once I was free.

For a while life was going so well
That I thought maybe I was fine.
I guess you can never really tell
When things will start to decline.

I have changed since we met last;
I’m not who you once knew.
I thought I left this in my past,
But now it’s resurfaced anew.

I don’t need this mind trip, too.
I’m sick of this, and sick of you.

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