IvoryLine

Fear is wedged in my bones
you call me a false pretense
some spoiled soul wandering alone

I may say I'm almost getting you
I'm almost believing all you state
Is nothing but the truth, a simply truth

I'm everything you reject
But this is something you expected
Nothing new, you already knew
And anything to make you feel better than anyone

You call me imperfection
Some kind of deadly infection
Your personal freak
You make feel so weak

And you know this so well
You know this so well

I can feel these pests
they're eating my flesh
with some dirty satisfaction, ooh

You're just sitting and watching and enjoying
You're mumbling words that I can't hear
Propably saying "baby I'm here"
I never felt so alive, now I know, now I know
I almost died just to know, just to know
I'm here and I'm alive

I'm everything you reject
But this is something you expected
Nothing new, you already knew
And anything to make you feel better than anyone

You call me imperfection
Some kind of deadly infection
Your personal freak
You make feel so weak

And you know this so well
You know this so well

keep your judgments to yourself
Now you don't affect me
No more