Personal Disease

by Erin Smith   May 26, 2006


You are my illness
That I cherish everyday
You are my weakness
That wont go away

(You are my impatience)
(You are my tolerance)

You remain my personal disease
Even when my mind you ease
You are my personal disease
My disease that will never leave

Your my sickness that corrupts me
Your my disgust
That interrupts me

You are my personal disease
Even when my mind you ease
You are mt personal disease
My disease My disease

Your my parasite
That slowly eats me alive
you are the freedom i don't have
Your the monster i never had

Your voice lingers in my mind
Constantly, all the time
Your whispers brush against my face
Leaving an uncontrollable trace

You are my personal disease
My own personal disease
That we shall celebrate

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