You grew on me like a tumor And you spread through me like malignant melanoma And now you’re in my heart I should’ve cut you out back at the start
Now I’m afraid there’s no cure for me No dose of emotional chemotherapy Can halt my pathetic decline I should’ve had you removed back when you were benign
I picked you up like a virus Like meningococcal meningitis Now I can’t feel my legs When you’re around I can’t get out of bed
I’ve left it too late to risk an operation It's no chance at all for a clean amputation The successful removal of you Would probably kill me too
You grew on me like carcinoma Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma Now I find it hard to see This untreated dose of you has blinded me
I should’ve consulted my local physician I’m stuck now forever with this tunnel vision My periphery is screwed Wherever I look now, all I see is you
When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow But my armour was no match for your poison arrow You are wedged inside my breast If I tried to put you out now I think I bleed to death I’m feeling short of breath
You grew on me like a tumour And you spread through me like malignant melanoma I guess I never knew How fast a little mole can grow on youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
