Little sickness
In the shadows, mysteriously, I escaped for a while
In my sorrows, grammatically, I remember your smile

Little sickness of the brain
Trouble I will have to tame
Keeping my ketchup upside down
Little crack under the strain
I’m trying to forget your name
You’re toxic

No one knows, obstinately, I’m getting fiascophile
In my pillows, indecently, my sleep is bissextile

Little sickness of the brain
Trouble I will have to tame
Keeping my ketchup upside down
Little crack under the strain
I’m trying to forget your name
You’re toxic
I’m allergic
Melodramatic
Dental clinic
Little crawling of the train
I’m the only one to blame
Yes, I love musicals with no sound
Little dripping of the rain
I don’t wanna play your game
You’re toxic

My Windows is so XP, far from the Vista style (how about the 7 style?)
But your eyebrows, quite honestly, look like a corrupt file