Hacking, sneezing.
Coughing, wheezing.
Throwing used tissues everywhere.
Rushing to the bathroom, about to hurl.
Boy, I hate being sick.

I lay awake in my bed
Just watching a little TV.
It's during the day, and there are no good shows on.
Boy, I hate being sick.

I'm missing from school
And we have a big test.
The day's just a blah.
I really need rest.
I try to get some sleep,
It's seriously no use.
I have such a bad headache...
Boy, I hate being sick.

All the food just lost its taste
And everything seems so gross.
Our nice, cold water just isn't the same...
Boy, I hate being sick.

I guess I should be optimistic
About this whole situation.
The glass is half full; half full, I say.
I want it to remain that way.