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My Perfect Disease
Why, so you dont feel ashamed?
His pain, its sicking.
I hide away so can't feel a thing.
I cut the cords, just to keep you sane.
My arms wrap tight around the image of you,
My mind flashes to him..I feel empty inside.
I drown in his sobs,
I wipe his tears,
He is killing me from his wild pleads of some meaning.
You told me once before there is more to live for, is that meaning still alive?
Yet asshole, he cries more and more.
His screams flow within as you had a way out-
I wish I was a brick wall.
Please just shut the hell up ...