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people scan my feelings at hospials visits
exam my body part and operate my heart
pacmaker in when i wore fourteen
wasnt optional , wasnt the teenage dream
but it was my life , going under the knife
not for beauty purpose just surgeon
became a piece of meat , to cut in
filled with darkness and regret
i didnt want my condition define me as a human
and there only at one place i felt so safe and sound
like nobody give a damn , its when you around
i might not be able to dance , but i am lost in the trance
and for some second i feel like levitate and not become wheelchair bound
the spell you have in your drop , scratch and yeah , i think we are the perfect match