1, 2, 3, 4 I ask you To talk to me You talk with her It's hard to see It's hard to think It's hard to breathe It's hard to guess Again I'm with you You talked your best I'm talking too You'll always talk Now we are through I was gonna spend My life with you What am I'm gonna be Now we are through I ask you To talk to me You talk with her It's hard to see It's hard to think It's hard to breathe It's hard to guess Again I'm with you You talk to me I talk to you We always talk Now we are through I walk away Outta my way Why can't you see I'm still in pain 'Cause I'm so sick of you I'm so sick of the city Tired of paying my dues I'm so sick of you I'm so sick of the stars You are mallard smoke Yeah I'm so sick of the stars Yeah