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moogleye_76If the disease comes through your mind
And it's there when you look in the mirror,
Nobody talks to you because your diseased.
I SUPPOSE I'M NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DISEASE
That's why it takes so long to get rid of it.
You find it hard to tell what's real and what's true...
Disease and my mind
My mind and the disease.
It's not what I thought it was...
If I could scratch this itch, it wouldn't be so hard to think about.
I have 4 diseases.
Four. Compared to everyone else. Four diseases. Four.
Three. I'm optomistic.
Sometimes I can put it away and I'm not diseased.
The disease becomes a punishment.
He was the one person I felt comfortable being with. But apparently we were doomed from the start: Me and Nick. And if life wasn't bad enough, voices in the music are winning the human race. A punk band. I know, I already know I'm the one person know one wants to be like. But Nick was waring me down with his insults. I needed that boyfriend, but he was actually REALLY childish when it came to what he was like in bed. Funny, this has shown up a pattern. First, nothing in bed with Peter, followed by two really childish men in bed with me straight afterwards. I must be higher but I must also be able to see these things before them because I was here first! And I have already apologised to them. I think I'm neatly deaf. How can I know? I'm a walking advert for that phrase "Beware..." I need to know that I can avoid another catastrophe.
And it's there when you look in the mirror,
Nobody talks to you because your diseased.
I SUPPOSE I'M NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DISEASE
That's why it takes so long to get rid of it.
You find it hard to tell what's real and what's true...
Disease and my mind
My mind and the disease.
It's not what I thought it was...
If I could scratch this itch, it wouldn't be so hard to think about.
I have 4 diseases.
Four. Compared to everyone else. Four diseases. Four.
Three. I'm optomistic.
Sometimes I can put it away and I'm not diseased.
The disease becomes a punishment.
He was the one person I felt comfortable being with. But apparently we were doomed from the start: Me and Nick. And if life wasn't bad enough, voices in the music are winning the human race. A punk band. I know, I already know I'm the one person know one wants to be like. But Nick was waring me down with his insults. I needed that boyfriend, but he was actually REALLY childish when it came to what he was like in bed. Funny, this has shown up a pattern. First, nothing in bed with Peter, followed by two really childish men in bed with me straight afterwards. I must be higher but I must also be able to see these things before them because I was here first! And I have already apologised to them. I think I'm neatly deaf. How can I know? I'm a walking advert for that phrase "Beware..." I need to know that I can avoid another catastrophe.