Don't Make Me Sick

                                                      Don’t make me sick…

I’m sick; I’m sick, and tired.
Don’t let me know,
Those things that I should do;
So stop roaming around,
I’m dizzy now you know.
Don’t you know who am I?
You got a wrong thought for me,
So stop killing me now…
Coz I ain’t have any bruises, you know?

So don’t make me sick;
I’m sick, I’m Sick, and tired.
Don’t make loose
My beautiful mind for now!
Don’t you try to insane,
A crazy mind for long…
Or else you’ll wipe your tears
To cry for my wound-less pain
    I’m sick don’t you know;
   I’m tired don’t you know?


So, stop bullying me now!

Or else the tigers and lions would go
And eat you out alive;
With my sleeping eyes
I’ll hug you for a moment
And you’ll feel all the pain;
For fainting that I’m painting.
But a kiss would tell you;
You’re still alive and kicking;

And running around and round
In my pointed fingers.

So, don’t make me sick.
I’m resting now and resting;
Sleeping like baby.
So, rock the cradle honey.
And try to sing for me;
Until my heart will be yours
Forever.






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