Am I poison?
Or am I a
remedy?
'Cause
sometimes,
If feels
like both to me.
Am I a
curse?
Or am I a
charm?
'Cause you may
have struck gold
But there's
a bullet in your arm.
Am I a
nightmare?
Or am I a
dream?
'Cause your
sleeping with a smile,
Waking with a scream.
Am I the
cold?
Or am I the
cure?
Cause every
now and then,
I rest unsure.
I rest unsure.