Disease. I fell to sleep on my knees. I bit my tongue off in time for a brunch Or a 4 course meal touch, just to bleed. But I won't let you down. In heat, I'm a cart in the corner, A benefit concert for eating disorders. But nothing has changed and yet nothing will stay the same... I won't let you down.
Plant the seeds within the weeds. Plant the seeds...
Disease. I fell to sleep on my needs. I missed your face from the moment I lied, From the first tear you cried... Now I'm begging and pleading but nothing is working. I bleed. I planted every last seed. I water daily but nothing is growing... There's no change worth showing. I've fallen apart, I've rolled up in the corner to die.