I used to wish I would get sick
So I could be placed in the infirmary
Would you send me flowers or homemade cards
Or would you not answer my calls
Would you show up just to show your face
And let me know you're still here caring
I could lose some weight
I could be cared for
By all of the nurses who don't truly care
But even this artificial care I crave
I could lose some weight
Enjoy my body
Despite my sickness
I wanna look sickly
Maybe this disease would kill me
And I'd never know
Who stuck around
To see me when I was buried
Would my headstone even stand out
Among all the graves at the cemetery
Probably
Probably not