I have to rush to make it out before the sickness takes affect
So I jump up as fast as my feet allow
Getting dressed is no problem because when I’m with you I never seem to take anything off
When the cool air hits my face, I take a grateful breath
I still have that interesting tangy sweet mixture in my mouth
A mixture that a know can be nothing but your taste so I spit to rid myself of it
However, as I raise my hands to my face your sickly sweet scent is still lingering on my fingers
God how it makes me sick
I have to get away before the sickness takes me completely over
I can hear you calling my name I know you want me to stay
But I have to get away before the sickness takes me over
Before you take me over
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