sitting in the sick bay
I just want to go home
shivering from a non existent cold
feeling queasy but not because i'm ill,
no, its the quaking fear i feel
the numbing pain coursing through me
my friend walks in
and i return to my 'ill' facade
he asks what's wrong
and i look at him with teary eyes
from thinking about death again
and I tell him
Oh i just don't want to be here today
and we both know what i mean
by that.