Born to die, we all are right? I'm different from some of you. Born broken beyond repair, something not many relate to.
Doctors here and specialists there, certain rules I must follow. Feeling of being watched because of all the pills I swallow.
Treatments day after day, feeling sick inside. Must get them done or I can't play, believe me I have tried.
Missed holidays and happy times, hospital trips are long. Hearing my parents' cries, because they hear a sad song.
Nobody to talk to, Noone who understands. I'm drowning right in front of you, though I will not slip from your hands.
Over wellming tide, head is in a blur. I will continue on my ride, of that you can be sure.