The Dis-Ease

THE DIS-EASE

The disease is a dis-ease
can't you dis-ease the disease?

My mind all in worry
with my doubts and my fears
My face creased with lines
cheeks laced with my tears

I wanna be perfect
don't wanna stand out

It's a fight everyday
trying to be normal
Sometimes I wanna scream
"This feels too formal!"

The who that I am
somewhere deep down inside
has been so long lost
don't know where to look

I wanna be perfect
don't wanna stand out
The disease is a dis-ease
Why can't I
dis-ease the disease?

Maybe then
I could feel normal
as me.

© Lee Down 2005