Sick

Sick to my stomach I'm in pain. 

All I want to do is curl up in a ball and drown in my vain. 

Cause all I feel is a drain

There's nothing but voices in my brain.

If only I could fly away on a plane

I could maybe find some sort of chain

That could keep me from the insane 

But I'm not that I'm just high on Novocain 

Ha it's just a joke because really I'm more like a hurricane 

That can't regain,

What used to be ordain 

Instead life seems to be such a migraine 

But don't tell cause then you'd just have to explain 

How you feel the constrain 

Or better said the detain 

On the domain

Of which the humane 

Lay to rest after the once of cocaine

And the bloodstain 

That is just in reach of the champagne 

But just south of what I could obtain 

A bottomless pit of propane 

That fueled the fire of that remain

Of a unmarked tearstain 

Don't give up yet because your just here to entertain.