Bitter Joy - sick. Lyrics

I'm torn between
The end of you
And beginning of me
From a cloud of smoke
I filter out my need to be
A boring mirror image of
A daydream
And as hollow as I am
I still bleed
A counterfeit
Hypocrite
Every time I say your name
It makes me sick
I tried to submit
But you made me quit
I'm on the edge
I hear your name
And I'm sick of it
Do I look ill to you
The fragments of my day
Pulling me through
An excuse
To hide me from myself
I still need you to
Knock me on my ass
When I'm a mess
And help me with the stress
A counterfeit
Hypocrite
Every time I say your name
It makes me sick
I tried to submit
But you made me quit
I'm on the edge
I hear your name
And I'm sick of it
From my fingertips
To my lips
The smell of you
Still makes me itch
I want you more
Then I ever have before
From my fingertips
To my lips
The smell of you
Still makes me itch
I want you more
Then I ever have before
A counterfeit
Hypocrite
Every time I say your name
It makes me sick
I tried to submit
But you made me quit
I'm on the edge
I hear your name
And I'm sick of it