Sick of you

Thinking of you make me sick. Serious sick.
Im glad that this moment, im here and you're there and we're not together right now.
Gosh, your smell make me heahache.
The clipping sound you made, make me wanna slap you.

Its so weird that . . .
How come you dont realise yourself?
If i were to discuss the problem to you, i dont think so you'll understand what im trying to say...
You told me to be honest with you but how am i suppose to start the conversation?
Its such an sensitive issue.
ALthough you're nice to me but I cant take it anymore.
Everytime someone mention or asked me about you, yer.....mengedikan man. I dont even wanna put you on my head.

HOW la??

sigh