where does it come from my strange disease
my sadness when things are ok
my deoslateness
when i am not alone i still feel it
i feel it now
I love it
im sick
really sick
strange and diseased
we've come so long
so far ahead but as things get better they get worse
alot of things are happening that are bad
i want the one i cant have
dreaming dreaming i hate so much of real
life like bills
like homework
like you having to leave
like me being this way
stay up late depression sinks in its ok
coming back now aftter all this time
how dare you
go away please
don't haunt me again no more winters
no more its spring once again
you have a way of tearing me to bits
not again i doubt that i can win so just
let me be old friend
what a terrible thing
i had forgotten your face
and would have not recogniized you
had you not called my name
and again your
magic starts again
you knew I would fall
and look inside for you
but you will not win
not this time old friend
my soul is numb your smile
dumb i laugh at your attempts
you are just as sick of me from
the magic that we shared
you are just as sick as me
you'll never be happy
i smile i am ok
just go and walk away
you have some where to be
too bad
it may be real
but still it isn't me