Sick of the pain, Sick of the pleasure. Sick of everything, Sick of looking for a cure. A pain so gruesome, You can't call it love. It's more like torture; Spite from a non-existent "God" above. Words that chain, Words that hurt. I'm sick of you And how you treat me like dirt. Sick of feeling worthless, Sick of being used. I'm sick of being Miss Cheery And I'm sick of being abused. I want to die everyday For I'm sick of everything. A love once said he loved me And handed me a ring. Then everything went, My life went down the drain. I'm sick of being hurt, I'm sick of standing in the rain.