Sick Day

the spitting image of a [worm?] that's how I feel my days going like I've been stepped on a thousand times what a dream my feet hurt my back aches and worse yet I miss you if I were to ask you to hurt me you'd throw me over the edge wouldn't you loose me how could I let myself trust [you?] laughed when you spit in his face I'm just a poor boy whose only home was in your arms I feel lost and alone I wish this light would end it's like waiting for Christmas to come it never does not since you left not since you left me here just to come back for a little taste let me show you love if it's too sour you can spit it out it's not you you but now that I look back you're not worth a tea whore you sicken me say goodbye.