Diseased.

fuck, I thought I was different, I thought I was limitless, thought I could make more than a difference, thought I could afford to be patient, but all of my patience is slowly wearing thin, all the time that I've wasted just waiting for this, all the time I spent playing and writing these lyrics, the time I spent creating only nobody wants to hear it, I'm losing my spirit my will to go on, I'm losing ambition the visions were wrong, I'm not making a diffrence I doubt anyone even hears this song, and if they do, well they won't stay to hear what I've got to say, I guess I'm too lame, I'm too strange, too deranged to be a name, and this weird brain wants every word that I ever say, to mean more than a verse and some words on a page, with every breath that these lungs take, I'll do my best to alleviate the stress from all the days spent making dollars and cents just to spend it all on dope and cigarettes, I guess I'm still perplexed by this life I've led, all this pain I speak about but never vent, I gotta let it out, just a sec, fuck the therapy everything heals eventually, I don't need a pill to cure this disease, because this pain that I feel makes me feel complete. yeah, makes me feel complete.