I've got a really bad disease, it's got me begging on my hands and knees. Take me to the emergency because something seems to be missing. Somebody take the pain away. Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away. I think they found another cure for broken hearts and feeling insecure. You'd be surprised what I endure. What make you feel so self-assured? I need to find a place to hide, you never know what could be waiting outside. I'm a victim of my symptom, I am my own worst enemy.