Disease

Your the perfect disease
Your killing me
The symptoms they hurt
But oh do they please
Agony makes me cry
Brings me to my knees
Pleasure makes me scream
Makes me feel like dying
Pleasant death seems so nice
Your my only vice
I stay up all night and try
Try to get you out of my head
Get you out of my dreams
I hope to god you hear my screams
Your ripping me apart at the seams
You've done this to many a weak and weary fool
It seems like i am only a tool
Your the perfect disease
And im not afraid of dying
Im not even trying
All i do is cry and forgive
My eyes are blind
My mind is fine
My heart it aches
What dose it take?
Your the perfect disease
Im not afraid of dying