Healthy Sick
Bettie Serveert
No one can stop it all from crashing down to shit
Pushed to feel something more than just the sound of it
Time, time is the magic truth of stories
Sometimes magic is so very very boring
It's a healthy kind of sick
A slow sort of quick
Very sad; I don't feel bad at all
It's a different sort of sane
A crazy kind of sane
A feeling without a name that they call "love"
Because I have my doubts, I know it must be true
Watch the dream die every day; I don't know what to do
I know it's only fear that makes me wonder
But I wonder why I'm so afraid
I wonder why I'm so afraid
