Monday, February 3, 2020

cure


if I had your sense of humor
if I had your peace of mind
if I look into the mirror
you are what I hope I find
I don't want to be who I am
I ain't lying, man, that's for sure
I have got this disease
I believe you know the cure

wanting to be someone else
is not healthy
is not wise
but I want to see what everything
looks like to you through your eyes
you seem to me to have some wisdom
straight and even, clean and pure
I just need to be like you
I believe you know the cure

saving me is not your story
I'm not your responsibility
days of careless rain and thunder
are all I have inside of me
I don't know what I can do next
I can't accomplish any more
I've contracted this disease
I believe you know the cure


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