I feel so tired, worn out,
So used,
But by no one I've been touched.
Being sick for weeks,
Feeling so depressed,
Its just alittle too much.
So I'm slowly breaking down,
Backing up in the crowd,
Said "I'll see you around"
and vanished in a cloud.
Tell me that I'm going to see
The end of this.
Tell me that I'm going to get better,
Because right now, being sick is a bitch.
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