FEARFUL
Christa Belle
You were always right there
But you didn't seem to care
When was I ever so bare
You were never aware
Take me home and make it better
Tuck me in to a silent sleep
Make it all just go away
May you practice what you preach
Play dead
Was what you always said
But I hear it in my head
I just want to go to bed
Tell me why I can't be better
Is this always on my mind
You can't be my contraceptor
Disease will find me in time
Yearning for your love
Will it fit me like a glove
Even when push becomes a shove
You will lift me high above
Go away and leave me lying
On the floor from what you've done
When they find me I won't be crying
This disease has surely won