Two people walk by each other
and their shoulders brush...

Look into my eyes...
See gloomy days and darker skies...

Gently take your hand in mine,
tell me you'll love me for all time...

It's over now.
This time it's my choice...

No more G.I Joe's or Barbie dolls
No more hugs or band-aids when i fall...

I try to get outta bed,
but i lack the strength...

A Migraine, a Headache
what it feels to be awake...

I am not like you
I do not have tears that fall like rain...