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 I've got a really  disease
 It's got  begging
 On my hands and 
  take me to emergency
 'cause something seems to be 
 Somebody take  pain away
 It's like an ulcer bleeding  my brain
 So send me to  pharmacy
 So i can  my memory
 I'm elated
 Medicated
 Lord knows i tried to find a  to run away
 
  think they found another cure
 For broken hearts  feeling insecure
 You'd  surprised what I endure
 What makes  feel so self-assured?
 
  need to find a place to hide
 You never know what could 
 Waiting outside
 The  that you could find
 It's  some kind of suicide
 
 So what ails  is what impales you
 I feel like i've been crucified to  satisfied
 
 I'm a  of my symptom
  am my own worst enemy
 You're a victim  your symptom
  are your own worst enemy
 Know your enemy
 
 I'm elated
 Medicated
 I am my own  enemy
 So  ails you is what impales you
 You are your own  enemy
  a victim of the system
 You  your own worst enemy
 You're  victim of the system
 You are your own worst