We're Sick (not real lovers)

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