Doll-of-Margatroid

My fingers bleed words that my lips cannot say. When they try to trickle out, I scowl and turn away. It may not be contagious, but it is a disease. Holding myself deep inside, it's getting hard to breathe. Lies come so easy, to cover up the truth. It’s like my second nature, grown from my very youth. It’s deeper than conviction, more earnest than a thought. It’s my way It’s my life It is my disease.

My fingers bleed words that my lips cannot say. When they try to trickle out, I scowl and turn away. It may not be contagious, but it is a disease. Holding myself deep inside, it's getting hard to breathe. Lies come so easy, to cover up the truth. It’s like my second nature, grown from my very youth. It’s deeper than conviction, more earnest than a thought. It’s my way It’s my life It is my disease.