When I think about you, you make me sick You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit A cynical, condescending, hypocrite Everything you do, you make me, make me sick
There’s a cancer in the room and it ain’t goin’ nowhere Salt rubbed in a wound, a council of despair I wish I could care less, more than I can admit There’s no turning it off, there’s just no way to make it quit
When I think about you, you make me sick You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit A cynical, condescending, hypocrite Everything you do, you make me, make me sick
And there ain’t no coming back from the words you vomit A pain inside my chest that I can’t stomach I wish I could careless, more than I can admit There’s no turning it off, there’s just no way to make it quit
The sound of your voice The look of your grin The smell of your breath The waste of your skin The hate in your eyes The spite of your kin Just goes on and on It just never ends
The sound of your voice The look of your grin The smell of your breath The waste of your skin The hate in your eyes The spite of your kin Just goes on and on It just never ends
When I think about you, you make me sick You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit A cynical, condescending, hypocrite Everything you do, you make me, make me sick
You make me sick You make me sick You make me, you make me, you make me You make me, you make me, you make me sick