A/N: I'm not sure I like the title. Tell me what you think.


Prognosis

Oh, cancer
take me over;
Let it just be done.

Oh, tumor
keep on growing;
I know I haven't won.

(someone get me a medic!)

Sweet lady
keep pretending;
stuff it underneath.

Oh, doctor
won't you tell me
What's the prognosis?

(I'm cryin' out for help.)

Oh, cancer
take me over;
Let me slip away.

Oh, doctor
get the scalpel;
Save me from this hate.