You come in, saying you need medicine
And I ask you what’s it called
You go on defining it’s round and white
I look at you hopefully for more clues
Then you add on saying it’s for diabetes
Turning around, facing over 3 shelves of diabetes medicine
Of which half are round and white
I make a wild guess
And provide you with something which makes you happy
Secretly hoping you wouldn’t die one day
Because you didn’t know what’s your medicine…
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
You come in, saying you need medicine
And I ask you what’s it called
You go on defining it’s round and white
I look at you hopefully for more clues
Then you add on saying it’s for diabetes
Turning around, facing over 3 shelves of diabetes medicine
Of which half are round and white
I make a wild guess
And provide you with something which makes you happy
Secretly hoping you wouldn’t die one day
Because you didn’t know what’s your medicine…
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