Sick.

I am so sick.
Sick of not having the right to call you mine.
Sick of wasting away, wasting my days without you.
Sick and tired, baby girl.

If you were broken, I would love you.
Can't you see it?
Love you always.

Empty promises mean nothing, but baby girl, you mean the world.
Georgia isn't so far from here, because you're my heart.

I dream of the silk lips that will never touch mine.
Alone, waiting for you to finally realize that he isn't the one for you.
I am no one, without you.

Distance matters not to the heart, does it matter to you?
I'd find a way to hold you close, find a way to stop this pain.
You're happy with him.
I could make you happier.

Baby girl.
Please, dream of me.
Like I dream of you.