you turn my wheelchair into bumper car , not getaway cars

 i like how we hit bumper cars and not getaways cars 

how you stick around in this mad world when everyone leave 

you the one i can count on , in the middle of a storm 

when i throwing fits like an blizzard , which i could tell you in a poem 

describe how it feels , caught in just an other tantrum and i hate to show them

you so cool for except me for who i am , it took a long time to understand who i am 

whats wrong with me and why i dont have any friends an there one,  that come-through 

and , honestly that is my break trough like the knife thrower to an lover , the sister and  brother 

and i cant believe you made me fell over , just when i thought we had our closure there wore an plot twist

i never though about , and that what i love with music they like wizards they me forget whats going on 

so i where falling down like a acrobat and to you slide in with your smooth lyrics that made me an perfect poet , how you carry me like an gymnast and i remember you wore just an amazing sword sallower like i took my meds and how turn the wheelchair into bumper car , not getaway cars -  yeah i find friendship in stars and i am weird and confusing to understand but at least i am your friend in your head