I wish to sing of sweeter things
That I have never known
Nor will I
Ever see in my life
My body it is wrong
But the days go on and on
While I rot
Singing songs of no consequence
I wish to say
Only what I know I know
But I don't know what I don't know
If that makes sense
When I was a little kid
Only six or seven or so
I was scared I'd go to Hell
The world would end
I wish I could go back now
Tell him about all of you
Pat his head, make him cookies
Go outside
I'm still standing, wondering
When I'll be alright again
But at least, until then
I've got some company
That I have never known
Nor will I
Ever see in my life
My body it is wrong
But the days go on and on
While I rot
Singing songs of no consequence
I wish to say
Only what I know I know
But I don't know what I don't know
If that makes sense
When I was a little kid
Only six or seven or so
I was scared I'd go to Hell
The world would end
I wish I could go back now
Tell him about all of you
Pat his head, make him cookies
Go outside
I'm still standing, wondering
When I'll be alright again
But at least, until then
I've got some company
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