Sick is the story... one i know too well
Posted January 21, 2009
i woke up blind to the world, knocking down trash cans in the alley of my mind. I hear your voice everywhere. I turn but i have yet to find a reason for you to stick around... you leave me wondering why?... Well sick, sick is (the/ my) story a story you don't wanna hear. And as your hand crosses my face i see your eyes as you hold me tight... And you're my only MEDECINE! I can feel my heart beat now... harder that you know, and i wish you could see... i wish you... i wish you could see! Cuz sick, sick is the story a story i know too well, and i'm sick, sick as i can be when you're not around... and i can't help but ask what you see in me?... you're my only MEDECINE! As days go by and your face i have yet to see... i'm stuck in a comatose, i need an overdose! So fill me with this hope, this sense of redemption... your reaction is what im after, please don't let me fall
