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• Artiste: Dragged Under
• Titre: Hypochondria
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Disorder’s coming for me, you don’t believe it You call me paranoid, just because you can’t see it I got a sickness but they refuse the operation Some call it a problem, addicted to self medication You swear what’s wrong is only in my head It’s never justified, I’m terrified Would I be better off alone instead If there’s no need for a remedy Why do I feel like dying? Yeah you think that I’m fine (you think that I’m fine) But your reality and mine never did align You think I need to unwind But inside of my mind I got a vision of Up and down all these white halls Banging my head into the padded walls Blood draws, x-rays, i wanna hear the doctor say They found a fix for me Vision getting blurred, brain leaves rational behind Out of sight out of mind, losing both, mad and blind TELL ME THAT I'M FINE PLEASE, TELL ME THAT I'M FINE The voices no one hears, Feeding on my doubts If it's just a phase, why can’t I phase is it out Talk me off a ledge, I wanna be alive I DON'T WANNA DIE You swear what’s wrong is only in my head It’s never justified, I’m terrified Would I be better off alone instead If there’s no need for a remedy Why do I feel like dying? Losing a war with myself Over my personal health Screaming my thoughts at the wall Cause you won’t listen at all Try not to let my head win I pray to God on my knees Sometimes I wanna give in And let it take me Losing a war with myself Over my personal health Screaming my thoughts at the wall Cause you won’t listen at all Try not to let my head win I pray to God on my knees Sometimes I wanna give in And let it take me You swear what’s wrong is only in my head It’s never justified, I’m terrified Would I be better off alone instead If there’s no need for a remedy You swear what’s wrong is only in my head It’s never justified, I’m terrified Would I be better off alone instead If there’s no need for a remedy Why do I feel like dying?