Decaying away
It won't go away
This feeling
I've tried everything
The heat's so extreme
This feeling
I cry as I bleed
But the pain won't recede
This feeling
I can't help myself
But you're on my shelf
This feeling
And you just look at me
And turn away from my disease
And you won't help a bit
And that's all I get sick of it
And you don't understand
Just one squirt from the can of you
May help me
I try hard to hide
But it's so open wide
This feeling
It cracks and it pulls
It breaks all the rules
This feeling
And you just look at me
And turn away from my disease
And you won't help a bit
And that's all I get sick of it
And you don't understand
Just one squirt from the can of you
May help me
And you just look at me
And turn away from my disease
And you won't help a bit
And that's all I get sick of it
And you don't understand
Just one squirt from the can of you
May help me
And you just look at me
And turn away from my disease
And you won't help a bit
And that's all I get sick of it
And you don't understand
Just one squirt from the can of you
May help me
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