Ill again, I cannot drive,
Can't hardly walk, can I!
And your presence it envelops me,
Like the sheets and duvet on my bed!
I sit and mindless watch music on tv,
I hate the foreign beats!
And wonder at the strange foreign melody!
Ill again, what is new,
Yet I think not of pain,
As some hurt overwhelms,
Flows over me like deathly waves, and banes!
I feel pain, and instead,
Its of you, my thoughts,
Of my brain! Not in vain!
Fill my vein, be my bane!
I'm not quite yet entirely insane!
But make me crazy should you need to!
Should, baby girl- it get me you!
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