the thought of you makes me sick,
i get nauseous from going back and forth.
one minute i cant stand you,
the other i'm in love with you.
but either one... /i'm heartbroken//
because you chose her,
not me.
so i sit here,
sick without relief.
cause no matter what i do,
the remedy is out of reach.
because you chose her,
not me.
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