Sick

Sick...I'm sick and I don't want to recover. My disease, my secret, my clandestine lover. Nobody understands why I can't leave. Love kills me slowly I hate to see you grieve. But when you're fed up and can't stand the sight of me After noone is around my sickness still will be. Faithful and patient, eternally. Sick...I'm dying and I refuse my medicine. My disease, my comfort, my solitary sin. They all used to toast as I turned up my drink Now they search for the bottle to pour down the sink. Sick...I know what I should do My disease is what comes between me and you. The meetings are there my sponsor still calls. But my sickness soothes me doesn't judge my many falls. So I stay sick.