She's terribly sick,
Her health put at a halt;
Guess what they say?
It's all my fault.
I wonder if it's true,
She says it isn't;
So why is it that she's never at school,
Why is she never present?
I feel as if I'm doing it,
I cause her all the pain;
She's being put under pressure,
Fighting with her brain.
She loves me,
That I'm sure of;
But I think I'm making her sick,
With all of the thoughts above.
