S.O.B
DOCTOR!DOCTOR!I DON'T WANT TO DIE
IS THERE ANY TECHNIQUE THAT YOU COULD APPLY?
I FEEL LIKE I'M SUDDENLY NEAR DEATH,
LIKE SOMETHING HAS COME AND TAKEN MY BREATH
NO WEALTH,NO FORTUNE,NO JEWELS,OR NO FAME
COULD EVER MEASURE THE DEPTHS OF MY STRAIN
AN ABUTEROL INHALER IS PERSCRIBED
BUT WILL THESE MEDS HELP ME SURVIVE?
CHASING MY BREATH REMEMBERING TO BREATHE
NOW ALL OF A SUDDEN I'M STARTING TO WHEEZE
AN ASTHMA ATTACK I DO BELIEVE
ITS TRIGGERED INDEED
IT REALLY HAS BEGUN
AND ANYONE WITH ASTHMA KNOW ITS NO FUN
THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR...
IS ALSO MY BIGGEST FEAR
DOCTOR!DOCTOR!DO WHAT YOU DO
I TRUST IN YOU
I'LL RIDE THIS ONE OUT UNTIL ITS THOUGH
I'M S.O.B
(S)HORT (O)F (B)REATH
Copyright © Tiarrah Turner | Year Posted 2005
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