I know that this is my life
and my life is my curse
My life is not a blessing
its nothing near that
but I will live with my curse
Its something I will learn to get used to
Everyone has some kind of curse
But mine is my life itself
This curse... Slowly killing me inside.
As the curse begins to spread to the outside
I die from the inside-out
As I search for the cure, the blessing
the curse beings spreading to others.
Nothing seems to be able to stop it.
So now, as I realize that
there is and never will be a cure
I realize there is no point to it at all
My life, my curse...
