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Friday, February 1, 2013

Disease


So they tell you you're pretty; know they're talking to you,
like to believe you are; you doubt yourself; don't know if it's true.
Like the attention that it brings, like the grave accolades and all;
makes you feel so strong inside; like you're standing ten feet tall.
But you don't tell them what’s inside yourself; 
twisted and dying in your every cell,
you can smile and lie to them, but you can't lie to yourself;
shell of a soul torturing your mind; as you live inside your hell.

And your life is not real; this deceit that you conceal;
you can't break free and you wonder why,
why can't I be? I just want to be free!
Just cure my disease! Somebody please! Why can't I be free!?
So I can have peace and finally be... just be myself.

You were doing so well on your own you liked to believe;
you were in total control and you took your life's ease.
You found someone to live inside you, thought it was someone you could trust;
but he deceived your heart and now it's turned into dust.

And the pressure started rising, rising up all inside;
till the pressure started leaking out and it could no longer hide.
Now you're backed into a corner, like a child scared and lost,
walls crumbling around you, insecure foundation, you gotta pay the cost.

And your life is not real this deceit that you conceal;
you can't break free and you wonder why,
why can't I be? I just want to be free!
Just cure my disease! Somebody please! Why can't I be free!?
So I can have peace and finally be... just be myself.
I just want to be myself.

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