I feel you at the pit of my stomach like cancer
And now all I can think of is how it feels to be well
I want this illness gone; I'm longing to be healed
But you linger like an ulcer, eating through my brain
With your perfectly missed phone calls
And three late little words
I feel you
Like poison making me ill
Inside and out
I feel you
again, I am going to need some type of explaination, though this is extremely good, and Ilike it a great deal
Nicole.J.Burgesss