We're tired of being sick
You've given up on love
Materialistic things you seek
That's all you ask to have

The happiness you encountered
had gone and had backfired
Now all you want is loveless sex
There's not much you expect

I'm sick of what life gives me
Everyday had been the same
I'm blinded by my misery
I feel like I am lame

Nothing else can bring me happiness
To overule my loneliness
Only your love can ever inspire me
But you can't love; that I see

And as we kiss I feel us clump together
Like the broken pieces that we are
I must admit it hurts me so far
To know we're not real lovers