You think you know what I am.
I am your disease.
It’ not like I invaded you, oh-no you invited me in with open arms.
And let me explain, I’m not the kind of disease that makes you sick, I’m the
kind that you’ll always want around.
The kind that will have people feeling sorry for you.
The kind you can’t live without.
I figured we’d be together ‘til the end, but we weren’t.
You said that you didn’t deserve all that you had and I agreed with you.
I helped you take it away.
I did a good thing for you.
You thought that you got rid of me, but I will always be in your gut telling
you that you want me back. I’ll be that little voice in your head telling
that you don’t need friends, but that you do need me.
I may not be with you but I’m in you. Because I’m your disease.

Sincerely,
Your Disease

 
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