i hate how i all i do is fall
out of wheelchairs and into characters
out of wheelchairs and into characters
is to occupied with not dying , try to begin living
how it feel like not be able crying you heart out
because everyone know you shall be happy you are alive
that you survived , give them a " fake smile " but feel empty inside
yeah i remember it all , how i went around being scared for the downfall
is it weird i like retirement and hospitals , the doctors , surgeons , nurses
the staff that became with time , the one i always have one call
away , yeah i remember how i met you there at the recovery
how i Discovery my new character in that carrier
how you had the moral like a solider , clever like a doc
and i remember i fell in to you because you wore so damn , hot
how you pick me up like an cat and i wore like perfect
you wore a seed in need , how you help me with my meds and that is a good deed
never met a men like that , yeah i think you might be close to perfect
and those eyes got me forgot about stars and that tells a lot who you are
yeah i remember every wakeup call woré like and how i fall
into you out of the wheelchair , into that carrier
it wore so awkward - like being drunk on a festival
( i imagine )
but it wore like the best time ever
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