Waiting for you,
Wanting you
Is making me sick
I'm burning uncontrollably
The fire's below the wick
Second guessing
Of what I was so positively sure
This sickness you gave me
I don't think there's a cure
I'm so immune to weakness
I don't think I want a remedy
The nausea and fatigue
Have become part of me
I'll continue to bleed
Until my veins go dry
I'm so dehydrated
There's nothing left to cry
My mind's so vacant
I'm hollow inside
Along with my feelings
Everything died.
