I want a diagnosis,

A drawn out detailed explanation of these symptoms that ail me,

not another demonstration or question.

Don’t leave us laying here in plant beds,

sipping on self-meds,

drowing before our day of weds.

And when the innocent bells ring,

she’ll be the sweetest thing.

I don’t want another box or cart,

I want an explanation or diagnosis,

and if you can’t give it to me,

then I’ll find someone who can,

because I’m just that type of person.

Forget a diagnosis,

just give me the cure,

maybe even a self-made home remedy for this disease that ails me.