Dysphoria
You don't know me
You don't understand
Little things are controlled
Like my actions are planned
The Devil gripping for life
On my chest and my hips
My pain taking over me
Like a total eclipse
"It's just a phase"
Say doctors to this day
But no matter what they say
The pain is here and it'll stay
Dysphoria, dysphoria
What an evil word it can be
I'm waiting out the day
Until I am finally set free
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