My Disease

by Unknownsolider   Jul 6, 2006


My disease is simple, but it hurts real bad.
The cold metal against my skin is the only thing that stops me going mad.
There is no one who can help, there is no cure.
The pain you put me through is oh so pure.
I hope this disease will teach you a lesson.
Because baby my disease is depression.

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