Hypochondria

Every tiny twinge in my head
Keeps me awake and drives me fucking mad
Is the cigarette box, telling my fortune

Hypochondria
I want to be a star
I don't want to bite the dust too soon

I'm so fucking sick
Under my skin

Hypochondria
I want to be a star
I don't want to bite the dust too soon

Every tiny twinge in my pants
My balls get used to my own searching hands
My google search bar is spitting my symptoms
But my doctor didn't see me in years

Hypochondria
I want to be a star
I don't want to bite the dust too soon



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Writer(s): Clement Hoffer
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