A tonic for the one I'll be the day
I feel like I have a fever,
so cold,
I need a chaise.
I can't eat,
it's bitter, but I can't desperate how I feel.
I want it back,
but
I can't desperate how I feel.
You can read my brain,
it's moving up and down,
but you can't hear me,
it's dead,
and I can
only wish my big dream here.
I can't eat,
it's bitter,
but I can't desperate how I feel.
I want it back,
but I can't desperate how I feel.
You
can read my brain, it's moving up and down,
but you can't hear me, it's dead, and I
can only wish my big dream here.