Cure {Or is it?}

The bleeding masses
Pass along the curses

These monsters we become
When we come undone

It's not a gimick, not an act
When I talk about my past

I told you forever and I meant
What I said, I needn't repent

I saw the scars of past days
And I touched you anyway

I reached out and told you
Something I now tell few

Now rain is falling in my heart
Wanna know the funny part?

The mask I wore wasn't to hide
The disease deep inside

It was to hide the fact that I...

I want to...

Fall into your arms
Be your everything
Pull the strings of your heart
And you be everything to me

Can't you see that?

Yet you want to call me a disease
You look at me and I cease
To breathe even a little bit
My thoughts stop and I sit

Blown away by your smile,
Your laughter, and all the while
You think I laugh at you when
You're feeling down again.

But you refuse to see the cure
Among this disease of yours
I tried to pick you up when you fell
But you didn't want to leave Hell

I tried to be your cure, but all I will be
Is your dying disease.