Ripping up all the letters that you wrote In all hopes I'm in a better mood (ah-ah) All that for it to only a second ‘cause I'm trapped by the thought of you And all that you do (do) And all that you did (did) You know what you did (All that you do) (Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah) Making me think about what I just said How many girls have you had in your bed? Do you tell them they’re all special? God, I pray for your mental But I find myself caught in the thought of the what ifs like What we could have been And the places we won’t ever walk And the thought of you with somebody new Put my stomach all in knots (Ew, it smells like bitch) I'm so sick! Got me sick to my stomach Hate the feeling when it hits my guts Got me looking dumb I'm so sick! Of your shit and the stuff that comes with it I hate the fact that I still miss you Even after all that you did So sick! So sick, so sick of all your bullshit So sick! So sick, so sick don’t wanna do it So sick! So sick, so sick you know what you did So sick! So sick, so sick I’d do it again