And when I do you will fall lower,
Lower than where you already were.

You will get strange sorts of fever,
Will blight you a higher temperature.

Be ****** you will for torturing me,
And you won't die but live to see me rise.

You isolated me from the world over,
Even my parents thought I was wrong.

But now they understand how I was wrong,
Because I was wrong in choosing you as my friend.

With a high dengue fever you already have been down,
Now with another fear away you will just be blown.

If I suffer because of you then rest assured,
Because you will not either be spared.

Time calls you to mend your ways soon,
Or nobody will know why you get a swoon.