There's a pain deep down inside
It makes me weep; it makes me hide
No one could ever brighten my day
At home on my bed is where I lay
I don't know how; I don't know why
It makes me sick; my body is dry
My stomach is week; I can hardly breath
This is not a joke; you've got to believe
My mind is full; it's in a clutter
I can't talk straight; I always stutter
I'm losing my voice; it's going quick
I'm growing a cough; it's getting thick
I feel drowsy; my world's in a trance
I'm getting dizzy; I can't see my hands
A doctor can't save me; I'm not lying
It's not that I'm sick; it's because I'm dying.
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