I never worry, so I hurry to the bathroom.
Yes it's almost eight.
That's when my job starts
so i'm obviously running late.
I lift the lid, my head spins
I start to salivate.
Too many pills, so some food
might set my stomach straight.
Nacho cheese on a pickel
(its the diet to control my weight.)
I chomp it down, turn around
and then I hear the sound.
My stomach churns, I turn
and feel the stomach acid burn.
Miss the bowl, hit the floor
fortunately it's happened once before.
I grab the pepto and chug it
oh how my tummy does love it.
One last dry heave,
then to work I leave.
I've come to believe
this is me in depression
Yes that's my confession
and this is my outlet
through this rhyme
cuz I've got no time
But I just can't see
what my fate has in store for me.
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