I've got the type of sickness a doctor can't diagnose,
The only cure can be love, and I need an overdose.
I was there for you when you needed it the most,
Then when I needed you, you went ghost.
I can't understand how another could come close.
I was always loyal, I stood by your side,
You came to my side whenever you cried,
Wrapped in my arms, your tears were dried.
But to my face, you continually lied...
It's been sometime, I'm back in track,
I've been gone for a while, now you want me back.
You say you realized that I have what you lack,
But if I do, I'll just get stabbed in the back.
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