There must be a cure,
To fix all this.
Because, I’ll say,
I’m sick of being sick.
Sick and tired,
Of the same old thing.
I\'ll come up with a solution,
Then, to the table, bring.
I’m sick of their gossip.
They’ve nothing better to do.
What a waste of time,
Aren’t you ashamed of you?
Done with being sick,
Of the news on T.V.
Turn off the channel,
Set my mind free.
No more be sick of the weather,
When it’s cloudy and dark.
I’ll try to be cheerful,
Take an umbrella to the park.
Just plain stop complaining,
About being sick.
No more in my vocabulary,
I’m done with it.