Infected Again.

dead and gone; i was born this way. and my dead eyes are here to stay. my dead heart will never fray; frozen solid, it seems to always be my gloomiest day. grim and grimey idol hands slick and slimey one night stands. it's all made up, it's all a lie; another pathetic excuse to say goodbye. i seemed to grow up faster and was "wise beyond my years".. but now i'm not moving or going very fast. the price paid for understanding too soon and not knowing what to do; the penalty due to premature maturity, now things that should be clear, are remaining blurry. you all race ahead now, and i can't get there. you're all changing and growing up and i just don't. what's wrong with me this time? i'm going in reverse. come touch me and wave your magic wand relieve me of my curse. you can't do much damage it can't get much worse. so say, do, feel what you want. maybe that's the problem because it doesn't seem to be the answer. poison in the system; a deadly cancer. love michelle.