I think I feel a bit too much
wasted my time on vanity
So scared I am of sickly touch
so scared of my insanity
I never thought I'd be like this
my body's left me crying
What you don't have you never miss
now parts of me are dying
Invisible was my disease
but now my scars are showing
if after death there's no reprise
I want to leave here knowing
that after all I've said and done
my mind's not gone to waste,
I've seen the moon eclipse the sun
I've friends I can't replace
There are machines to help me cleanse
the toxins raging through me
Lasers burn my pupil's lens
such pain to make me see
And if I reach out for your hand
to help me keep on fighting,
I hope that you will understand
if I find death inviting
And though I know I'm not there yet
these thoughts are in my head
See holes all through my safety net
where my body's life has bled
So now I have to wait to learn
what's in my life to fear
I'm scared that now there's no return
and death is far too near.
Copyright 2004 flying_fox
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