The Illness
Get up, rise with the morning sun
Lay down, your love, and put your lipstick on
Forget about the pain you gave
And blur your eyes, paint through and through
To keep the world from reaching inside you
But let's not get too cynical, but ooh
You'd die for applause
But could you live on with no reward?
You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller
Your children smile
You never even thought that you'd still be here
Today
Get out, stop crawling in
You're nothing real, you're just someone I've been
So you look into the mirror
And it asks you from behind the wall: "How anyone could find you beautiful?"
But let's not get too cynical, but ooh
You'd die for applause
But could you live on with no reward?
You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller
Your children smile
You never even thought that you'd still be here
Today
And now you're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised
You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised
You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised
You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised
You've been hanging around
In a world you barely understand
You've been left without the ability to be the bigger man
But that's not like you at all
But that's not like you at all
You'd die for applause
But could you live on with no reward?
You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller
Your children smile
You never even thought that you'd still be here
Today
Lay down, your love, and put your lipstick on
Forget about the pain you gave
And blur your eyes, paint through and through
To keep the world from reaching inside you
But let's not get too cynical, but ooh
You'd die for applause
But could you live on with no reward?
You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller
Your children smile
You never even thought that you'd still be here
Today
Get out, stop crawling in
You're nothing real, you're just someone I've been
So you look into the mirror
And it asks you from behind the wall: "How anyone could find you beautiful?"
But let's not get too cynical, but ooh
You'd die for applause
But could you live on with no reward?
You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller
Your children smile
You never even thought that you'd still be here
Today
And now you're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised
You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised
You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised
You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised
You've been hanging around
In a world you barely understand
You've been left without the ability to be the bigger man
But that's not like you at all
But that's not like you at all
You'd die for applause
But could you live on with no reward?
You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller
Your children smile
You never even thought that you'd still be here
Today
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher John Ames Porter, Max Cooke, J. P. Duncan, Leo Von Bulow-quirk
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