When I think of you I feel like it's raining out side.
When I see you I get sick to my stomach.
When I hear you talk I get chills down my back.
When you're around I get that awful taste in my mouth.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going the wrong way on a one way street.
You would be the opposing traffic.
Sometimes when your around I feel like hurling myself at a train.
A very fast train, that has no brakes.
You make me feel like the world has stopped,
and we're on the side facing the sun.
You know that feeling you get when you have gas?
That's how I feel every time I am around you.
But's it's like I'm constipated and I can't fart.
You know the smell of soiled milk?
That's what I smell when you're around.
Sometimes I feel like jumping into a frozen lake.
And just drowning my sorrows in the bitter cold.
You make me feel like a rainy day.
You make me feel like I can't walk.
You make me feel like the flu.
You make me want to vomit.
You are the after taste after the up-chuck.
You are a pile of used tissues.
Sometimes I wish I was blind so I couldn't see your face anymore.
Sometimes I wish I couldn't smell, so I could smell you.
Sometimes I wish I was deaf so I couldn't hear your voice.
Sometimes I wish I was mute so I couldn't talk to you.
Sometimes I wish I was paralyzed so I couldn't feel you.
Sometimes I wish I couldn't taste so I can't taste you.
You are my rainy day,
my dismal gray no sun day.
You make me want to pull an Ernest Hemingway,
and shot myself in the head with a Brietta shotgun.
When I'm near you I feel like Franklin Pierce,
he saw his son get ran over by a train.
Actually I feel like his son.
You make me vomit,
I wish I felt good after I do, I don't.
You make me cold,
when it is 90 degrees outside.
You're my gray skies when it's a sunny day.
You're the tummy ache after too much candy.
You, my dear, are a math test, I hate math.
You are the end of the world.
You are the putrid smell of rotting flesh.
You are the skin sticking to hot leather seats in a car.
You are the first day of school.
You are the life of a high schooler.
You are a 10 car pile up when someone's running late.
Being with you is like learning Chinese.
You are a bad book.
You are the day after a drinking binge.
Being with you is like trying to find the square root of -1.
You, my dear, are my rainy day.