Im exhausted from this sickness
Lost in your metaphors and their thickness
Sniffing up tears
Feeling nauseous with my fears
Congested with my some worry
Tired of feeling like I'm in a hurry.
I've got a stomach ache from waiting
At least my headache is fading.
I'm infected with rude friends
And my patience with them is at wits end.
All of the doctors can't find the right prescription
I'm tired of people thinking all I speak is fiction.
Some people have told me ive got the winter blues
But really the truth is, I'm achng over you.
I'm getting sicker and sicker everyday
Im ill from the fact that I'm so forgiving is that price I have to pay.
I'm addicted. Your writing is more contagious then Twitter, or H1N1.
ReplyDeleteWow. "But really the truth is, I'm aching over you. I'm getting sicker and sicker everyday I'm, ill from the fact that I'm so forgiving is that price I have to pay."
ReplyDeleteI feel like you took the words out of my mouth. And ps your choice in music is brilliant.
I am sick too, and I am tired of being told that it will never ever get better.
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