So Sick

Lately all I have been doing
Is writing all my thoughts out
I have never told you
How much I wish you were mine
Never told you that you're all
I can ever seem to think about
I'm so sick of lying to myself
So sick of telling myself
That this will work out
I'm sick and tired
Of writing everything down
And not have it appreciated
Or admired by the people
That really do matter to me
If they only knew what
Truly went on in the mind of a Troubled teenager
I'm just so sick of dreaming
So sick of wishing you were mine
I just want you to know everything
That I feel about you
But I just can't get myself to tell you without turning red...

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