Ebola

I'm dying like a mosquito trapped in a room laced with repellent.
Flying round and round, blurry eyes caught me red handed.
Shouting for help couldn't help me at all.
Ever feel like you're tied up to a boulder and thrown to a lake? it's pretty much the same.

I feel that i need you. I still need you.

Then i finally got out from that hellish place.
Regain my laughter, reviving my touch.
Freed from all the pain and suffering from the tragic loss.
Suddenly all my wounds are opened and played in front of my own eyes.

I feel that i need you. I still need you.