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Sick

Turned to a nightmare
What started as a dream
Once was laughing
now all I can do is silently scream

Tempers flare, I walk away
It's the same argument every day
Sick of repeating this same song
where did our love go wrong

Holding too tight to what we should've quit
Missing the good times, where did they go?
Walking on eggshells, feeling sick
Being with you leaves me feeling so low

No one any more tries
More of our love slowly dies
Broken hearts, need a fresh start
Away from each other
May be a friendship we can recover

Tempers flare, I walk away
It's the same argument every day
Sick of repeating this same song
where did our love go wrong

Holding too tight to what we should've quit
Missing the good times, where did they go?
Walking on eggshells, feeling sick
Being with you leaves me feeling so low

Feeling so low
Where'd the good times go?
feeling sick
our love we should quit

Tempers flare, I walk away
It's the same argument every day
Sick of repeating this same song
where did our love go wrong

Holding too tight to what we should've quit
Missing the good times, where did they go?
Walking on eggshells, feeling sick
Being with you leaves me feeling so low

Poetry by liz munro