i got tears in my eyes
but telling myself im fine
it all lies
my recflection is well
but inside i feel bad as hell
if i not prononce e it
perhaps it wont happen
if i dont annonce it
maybe their will be a cure
i used to be crippled
now i dont care if im handicaped
because thats not how i see myself
loving myself , finding myself
accept myself - can you see the change ?
the wheelchair is my pumpkin carrige
i the Cinderella that wear my hospital gown
with pride because i never felt so alive
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