Friday night we rushed you in
Keeping me from a night of sin
I watched as the chills took you over
Squeezing you into the range rover
They asked for your birth date
Which made you have no wait
Checking all your vitals
Hoping the grim reaper isn't your rival
Trying to find a good vein
Waiting for the blood to pour like rain
Finally finding a crazy infection
Admitting you in for further inspection
So many pokes beneath your skin
It's hard on us to take this in
You look at us with sorrowed eyes
Which made me lay my head n cry
Get well they say
So with that I pray
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