Heart Disease

Written by Pete Hardman

My will is weak I stood no chance
against a fossilised romance
from long ago.
When you crawl out of here on your hands and knees,
and I've ignored your pleas,
you will know.

This hatred fills me up a hundred times.
I caught your heart disease and now I'm rotting inside.
I'm rotting inside.

I always say the obvious thing
and I can't sing
but I can fake it I guess.
I tried to write a song about you today,
but I didn't know what to say,
I never write I just confess.

This hatred fills me up a thousand times.
I caught your heart disease and now I'm rotting inside.
I'm rotting inside.

This hatred fills me up a million times.
I caught your heart disease and now I'm rotting inside.
I'm rotting inside...etc...

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