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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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