Red hot and dry,
Red hot and dry,
Why, Why, Why?
Am I red hot and dry?
Why am I sick?
It's been a while since I last felt this ill,
All my strength is placed in not fainting,
Fainting wouldn't be a good idea.
Hot and yet I am here,
Writing thoughts as they come,
All garbled letters tumbling down landing as they will,
How hard is it to think in straight lines?
All I can think of is sweet lies,
Sweet lies. Sweet lies,
Ending would be simple,
Just need to open my mouth.
