Am I a fucking diesease,
you are staying away from,
fearing it may eventually bite you...
like so many of your friends,
who you think suffer from it?
Or am i a simple pill,
a little white capsule,
you are taking whenever you want something,
whether it is happiness, love, lust, laughing,
thinking i have them all,
You don't even realise you are hurting me anymore,
fighting back everytime I try to defend you,
blaming it on something or someone,
whatever infect's your life at that moment,
lying to me and my face,
just trying to get away with it,
I don't know how much more I can take,
before i lose what i have,
you seriously need to realign yourself,
before i break...