Infected

I wonder what you're doing
When you don't text me right back
Something inside me is brewing
Getting ready to attack, oh

I feel so rejected
You have wounded me so deep
But you've been infected
Now you won't get rid of me

You'd better beg down on your knees
Cause I'm pretty hard to please
I've turned into this rare disease
And there's no cure for me

Your web of blatant cheap lies
And all the promises you broke
They have simply heaped high
And I'm in no mood for your jokes

You'd better beg down on your knees
Cause I'm pretty hard to please
I've turned into this rare disease
And there's no cure for me
I won't accept apologies
Cause I never quite forgive
You've triggered this killer disease
And there's no cure for me

Look at you now
So curiously weak
God, what have I become
This surely isn't me
But I should feel no pity
Please don't insist
Your eyes I can't resist

Oh no no

You'd better beg down on your knees
Cause I'm pretty hard to please
I've turned into this rare disease
And there's no cure for me
So long to my stability, my oh my
You'll make my life a misery
My defenses you just breach
And there's no cure for me

I should've seen this coming