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• Artiste: Call Me Karizma
• Titre: Imaginary Illness
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You can't see my scars It's hard to read my thoughts I'm feeling Guess they're not real then You believe in God But even God Doesn't show his face When u need to talk I'm still sick Imaginary illness I met the devil in my dreams He said my dreams are what I never will achieve He said I'm never getting better and I need to stop using words together like mental and disease That when hell will fucking freeze I'm a basket case Maybe I should lock my stupid ass away Feeling like I'm half awake from all these pills I have to take No one even asks or fucking wonders if I am ok I'm locked inside my head and I just can't escape You can't see my scars It's hard to read my thoughts I'm feeling Guess they're not real then You believe in God But even God Doesn't show his face When u need to talk I'm still sick Imaginary illness I hate parties I hate people I hate the kinda friend that only calls uwhen they need u I fucking hate my bed but never leave it Like a girl does when she's beaten Start to love the pain I'm feeling Feeling numb is not me healing Someone give me something to live for I can't wake up to no one then expect me to feel more I used to dream of seeing my face up on the billboards Now all I want is u to fucking see what ill for It's all in your head You're always upset You call it disease I call it depressed You can't see my scars It's hard to read my thoughts I'm feeling Guess they're not real then You believe in God But even God Doesn't show his face When u need to talk I'm still sick Imaginary illness