I am sick, I am very sick of you You, the one who breaks me With every harsh word you say.
You, the one who is so far away Inaccessible, except through Thunderous, tumultuous seas That I, nevertheless, find myself Trying to cross
I stand on a ship Pretending that I can reach you Experiencing nothing but suffering Yet still trying, still waiting
I find myself thinking that Perhaps if I sacrificed everything You’d give me another chance Or spare me more than just a glance
Sooner or later, this vessel will capsize But I keep deluding myself with lies Caught up in my visions of paradise I continue to fantasise, to romanticise
Oh I am sick, I am very sick indeed Sick of wanting you when You’ll never be the one I need.
