Took myself on to the doctor wasn't feeling fine
I had a fever 104
Oh that blew my mind
Must be I had enough
'bout to explode from the gossip I said
Thought my friend had my back
Just to stab oh yeah
Hurts so bad when I talk
Wanna take something
Numb the pain I know it ain't right
Come face to face with her
Gotta tell her how I feel inside

(Chorus)
Ooh hoo you ain't right
Ooh hoo sick and tired
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

The doctor said he'd give me something
And I'd be alright
I still feel queezy, feel uneasy
No more drugs for me
Friendships I cherish oh
Let very few in the circle I said
These walls I don't let down
Not very easily
Some friends you grow old with
And they'll be there 'til the very end
I do believe that
But not with her like I thought
Let her in and I'll get stabbed again

(Chorus)

Written by Janet Jackson, James Harris III, Terry Lewis, Dana Stinson

Produced by James Harris III, Terry Lewis, Rockwilder and Janet Jackson