You’re causing a fit
You’re worse then a pill
You’re making me sick
You’re disgusting NyQuil
You run through my veins
Making me weak
Making me strain
Cause I keep falling asleep
I’m sick to my stomach
I’m about to barf
Tasting my lunch
Burning in my heart
I feel groggy and old
Sicker then I was
My inner fluids mold
I got the bug
You’re poison in a bottle
Marked as medicine
I’m starting to waddle
Cause you’re workin’
I gotta make it to my bed
Before I feel myself go
The spinning in my head
I’m weak on my toes
My words…..start to fade....
….What … do.. I do…..
…I..can’t… think… straight.....
…cause of…………you…
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