You’re feeling sick
I’m feeling dumb
My brain is empty
Your face is numb
As we sit here puking
We chunk as one
I can’t help but think to myself
All things are good
except our health

Your feet are aching
My head is sore
Your stomachs empty
We’re on the floor
As we sit here writhing
We hurt as one
You can’t help but thinking
All things are good
You’re understood

Our lives are hollow
We are now whole
There’s nothing empty
We are one soul
The same thought process
A magic pill
We’re feeling better
We’re each others fill
We’re feeling full

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