The Disease flows through my veins
And itâs slowly killing me.
From the pain inside of me.Â
Itâs an epidemic that spreads wide
And it suffocates and breaks
Every single part of you,
So only heartache it makes.
Itâs worse than any virus
Itâs a lovesick prison cell.
My heart needs to see a doctor,
Cause now itâs a broken bell.
If hospitals could save the victims
And help those whoâve loved so true,
What treatment would they give
To save me from loving you?
There will never be a cure
For the soul plague that hits deep,
But this torture gives me a piece of you
So this pain I will always keep.
Too many nights I lay awake
That someday your sweet kiss
Will make me worthy too.Â