She wouldn't let me open the door,
She wouldn't go herself,
Because she was depressed.
She whispered things to herself,
She rocked herself back and forth but never went to sleep,
Because she was on crack.
She went to and fro from the loo,
She held her stomach always,
Because she had diarrhoea
She was always sneezing,
Always a tissue in her hand,
Because she had a constant flu.
You must be thinking,
Who this person is,
I'll tell you who this person is,
This person is Disease.