You don’t know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin’ sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know–whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke -
But please don’t get me wrong, I’m not bitter or mad
It’s not that I still love you, it’s not ‘cause I want you back
It’s just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
Yack


