I feel so lousy,
I can hardly breathe
with this damn cold
and it hurts when I cough.

I feel so useless,
I can't even stand,
without my head swimming
and my balance being lost.

I feel so empty,
I can't help but hope
in true delusion, that he might
walk in, and make me feel better.

I feel so stupid,
I can sit here and hope
until the end of time, but lets
face the facts... he's not here.

I feel so lost,
I can't separate reality from
all the hopes and pointless wishes
and I'm thinking of him...

I still feel lousy,
I can't shake off this hazy cloud,
and I can't force him out of my thoughts,
and I'm waiting to fall into a carefree sleep.