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When I think about you, you make me sick You're a maniac, a liar, you're a piece of shit Cynical, condescending hypocrite Everything you do, you make me, make me sick, yeah There's a cancer in the room and it ain't goin' nowhere Salt rubbed in a wound, a council of despair I wish I could care less, more than I can admit There's no turning it off, there's just no way to make it quit When I think about you, you make me sick You're a maniac, a liar, you're a piece of shit A cynical, condescending hypocrite Everything you do, you make me, make me sick Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh And there ain't no coming back from the words you vomit A pain inside my chest that I can't stomach I wish I could care less, more than I can admit There's no turning it off, there's just no way to make it quit The sound of your voice The look of your grin The smell of your breath The waste of your skin The hate in your eyes The spite of your kin Just goes on and on It just never ends The sound of your voice (you make me sick) The look of your grin The smell of your breath (you make me sick) The waste of your skin The hate in your eyes (you make me sick) The spite of your kin Just goes on and on It just never ends When I think about you, you make me sick You're a maniac, a liar, you're a piece of shit A cynical, condescending hypocrite Everything you do, you make me, make me sick You make me sick You make me sick You make me, you make me, you make me You make me, you make me, you make me sick