It’s a condition That I’m not okay with It makes my head feel cold Makes my arms shiver You, though, help me through it It’s hard sometimes but you bite, not chew it Now that I’m asleep There ain’t a single peep And now you’re talking behind my back You were waiting for an attack Waiting for the time Where my life was on the line To chat about the things you hated about me Remember, I’m only eighteen, only eighteen I’m a sleeping beauty Dressed in pink and gold I am not bold I am cursed and the curse makes it worse I’m so cold it never gets old The firecrackers in my heart are pounding Why aren’t you surrounding me with love? With kindness? Even if my time had passed Why this? Why this? Is the question i ask Who will kiss, who will kiss…me And wake me up from my disease [break] A beauty they say, but betray me that day Breaking me down like stomping on the ground And make me wonder Who’s to blame And caused my shame To say the things You wanna say But wait till I’m not there To play with my feelings To climb on the ceiling To pretend I wasn’t alive Who will kiss me, what will be their drive, what will be their drive?
