Sick of You

When I am indoors with you
I feel the floor start to rise
And all the walls of the room
Start to move and squeeze me tight

When I see you outdoors
The Sun seems to stop to shine
When you're near me, too close
My hands form the fists of fight

When I have to deal with you
I just feel sick of the task
And I wish to blast on you
All the hatred from my heart