I have butterflies in my stomach
And my heart has taken an adrenaline shot.
My palms are slick and sweaty.
My breath is taken away
Cause you look beautiful today.

I think it's happening again
My defenses are dropping while hope soars
Think I am sick with a crush
Think I am sick with a crush

The doctor that I speak too gives me a week tops
I don't understand I thought I was
Going to live long enough
To at least have a child or two

Well a week later I conspireed it with you
And who knew that the doctor was right
As all my bones wither away
You walk away from me with a sick glee

Yeah and I am crushed
The sickness has came to me
And I am crushed.
My body is finally slowing down,
My eyes see heaven's sky,
When I am put to rest.
On the tombstone it says
Died because of a crush