By Robin Nederlof.
You said you had enough of me.
But I can't believe what you said.
Cause the thing we had wasn't that bad.
Like when you lie, I wouldn't see.
I am like a disease that's always coming back
When you think you are cured I will be there.
In your mind, your thoughts, everywhere.
And put your brains back on track.
I got to tell you this, I saw you last night.
Your hair reflected in the beautiful moonlight.
But you didn't look happy or content.
You tried to look so, but you are a bad pretend.
It's just like I told you, I will always be hanging around.
When there is silence, I am the sound.
There is no medicine that can cure you from me.
I am the medicine you see.
Maybe you acted in some kind of haste.
You said you didn't want me, but you meant the other way.
Perhaps it's because people think I am kind of crazed.
Circumstances made it hard for you to say.
The truth is you want me more than anything.
You are just afraid of the world around you and the people laughing