Disturb Me

I've got a heart that is racing 
I've got bones that are aching
I've got a voice that is shaking.

If you dare to call me your friend
be prepared when you see my disturbances.

Can you explain to me
is it sad to go from disturbed to disturbing?.

I've got eyes that are seeing
I've got skin that is bleeding
I've got teeth that are decaying.

Hey don't feel bad
if you see me go mad.

Don't you dare call me a feen
just let me sit back
and I'll let you disturb me.

If you can't stand the way I am
well your not the only one my friend.

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