The Chronic |
by Cherie Mcilwain |
It comes in the night It comes in the day It doesn't care what time It's wicked that way It's mean and intense And it makes me want to cry And I can't get rid of it No matter how hard I try One day I hope to conquer this beast It's affecting my mind It's destoying my peace I have tried hard to kill it But it's all in vain It's my evil enemy This thing called chronic pain |