T. E. Yates - Condition

I was born with a small scar
Although tiny it's indelible
I was born an ugly duckling
Then became an ugly swan
It's a condition not a sickness
Both a blessing and a curse
And you know you shouldn't worry
Worry only makes things worse
As I child in the playground
My coat was my only friend
I even wore it in the summer
Through fear that it might rain
It's a condition not a sickness
Both a blessing and a curse
And you know you shouldn't worry
Worry only makes things worse
Social situations are so difficult for me
I can't read body language
And I don't know how to flirt
It's a condition not a sickness
Both a blessing and a curse
And you know you shouldn't worry
Worry only makes things worse
Worry only makes things worse
Worry only makes things worse
Worry only makes things worse
Worry only makes things worse
Worry only makes things worse
Worry only makes things worse
Worry only makes things worse
It's a condition not a sickness
Both a blessing and a curse
And you know you shouldn't worry
Worry only makes things worse
It's a condition not a sickness
Both a blessing and a curse
And you know you shouldn't worry
Worry only makes things worse
It's a condition not a sickness
Both a blessing and a curse
And you know you shouldn't worry
Worry only makes things worse

Written by:
Thomas Yates

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