The Illness - GoodBooks

Get up, rise with the morning sun

Lay down your love, and put your lipstick on

And forget about the pain you gave

And blur your eyes, paint through and through

To keep the world from reaching inside you

But let’s not get too cynical

You’d die for applause

But could you live on for no reward?

You wake up, you’re older, your plans just got smaller

Your children smile

You never even thought that you’d still be here today

Get out, stop crawling in

You’re nothing real, you’re just someone I’ve been

So you look into the mirror

And it asks you from behind the wall how anyone could find you beautiful?

But let’s not get too cynical

You’d die for applause

But could you live on for no reward?

You wake up, you’re older, your plans just got smaller

Your children smile

You never even thought that you’d still be here today

And now you’re dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised

You’re dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised

You’re dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised

You’re dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised

You’ve been hanging around

In a world you barely understand

You’ve been left without the ability to be the bigger man

But that’s not like you at all