Restless Heart Syndrome

I've got a really bad disease It's got me begging on my hands and knees So take me to emergency 'Cause something seems to be missing Somebody take the pain away It's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain So send me to the pharmacy So I can lose my memory I'm elated, medicated Lord knows I've 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 makes you feel so self-assured? I need to find a place to hide You never know what could be waiting outside The accidents that you could find It's like some kind of suicide So what ails you is what impales you? I feel like I've been crucified To be satisfied I'm a victim of my symptom I am my own worst enemy You're a victim of your symptom You are your own worst enemy Know your enemy I'm elated, medicated I am my own worst enemy So what ails you is what impales you? You are your own worst enemy You're a victim of the system You are your own worst enemy You're a victim of the system You are your own worst enemy