Lyrics My Disease - Eric Martin

I am not your problem
You think everything is so damn fixable
No one can be that perfect
I don't have your eyes what's so beautiful
What a way to give away your own perversion
How did I get to be the next chosen one for the
Conversion
Shut up shut up save your breath
Don't hand me down your happiness
Wipe your bleeding heart on your own sleeve
Shut up shut up save your breath
Keep your tongue inside your head
There's no magic cure for my disease
I am not your window
Of opportunity don't tread on me
You love all my troubles
That's just to cover up your insecurities
What a way to give away your own perversion
How did I get to be the next chosen one for the
Conversion
Shut up shut up save your breath
Don't hand me down your happiness
Wipe your bleeding heart on your own sleeve
Shut up shut up save your breath
Keep your tongue inside your head
There's no magic cure for my disease