LYRIC

These sores remain within me and as they congregate like leeches on my SKIN
– I try to SHED
I scratch MYSELF til I bleed – I DESERVE IT!
Nausea creeps up on me in times when my head should be clear – the STENCH of
Sickness STAINS my face
It CAN'T be real – for GOD'S SAKE HELP ME!
Inside I'm dying
All this time, when I was sick, and you knew

This condition is the only one appropriate for me
I'm the only one that suffers at my own hands, I'm unconcious, unconcious –
But…
Aaargh, now inside I'm dying
All this time, when I was sick, and you knew

Just looked upon with caution, I'm a freak that feigns for sympathy – It's
JUST the pain is REAL
I see the WOUNDS fester – why can't you see?
Inside I'm dying
All this time, when I was sick, and you knew

This condition is the only one appropriate for me
I'm the only one that suffers at my own hands, I'm unconcious, unconcious –
But…
Aaargh, now inside I'm dying
All this time, when I was sick, and you knew

Inside I'm dying, dying
All this time, when I was sick, you knew!

It's me who suffers
It's me who suffers

It's me that suffers…

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