You'Re Saying I'M Sick
Saw a doctor once and he gave me distress
Said there's no cure for it, I was more than depressed
He gave it a title, a label, a name
Said to take medicine, it could be tamed
Doctor, be the one who can help me today
All I know is misery and sadness, I say
It is true that I puke, and I poke and I pick
It was sad to hear him say I was sick
So I did as he asked and I do feel great bliss
You would think that I would be so grateful for this
I am afraid of the stigma, the looks and the pity
When people find out that there is one in their city
What do I say if they ask if it's true?
Do I lie, turn away or live somewhere new?
I guess it takes time to manage my fate
If only I didn't live in a world with such hate
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