twiztc
Senior member
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2013
- Messages
- 244
- Diagnosis
- 08/2000
- Country
- CA
- State
- ON
My friend and Me
They say "how's Tracy?" I say "i'm still here
Trying to show that my pain isn't clear
So I sat "how's you then, the kids, how's the wife?"
Anything so I, talk not of my life
Still faking a smile and pulling a grin
All I need is putting in the bin
get towed away on the back of a truck,
coz that's what you do with a fat useless lump
Your body is screaming, your brain just wont work
get up in the morning,your job you can't shirk
you go through the motions of fairy tale life
while pain cuts you down with a broad sharpened knife
you're not the person you wanted to be
Your moods make you grumpy and people cant see
How hard you cover discomfort and stress
to prove your existence ain't a big crumpled mess
Your mind keeps on drifting, alone in the fog
Guts all entangled like rusty old cog
face hot and flushing while feet freezing cold
So crinkled and twisted you just feel so old
So bring on your tremors and falling out hair
Aching and pain-ing I really don't care
twist me and tweak me and tie me in knots
I don't give a bugger- not one little jot
You try to take me down black slimy path
But i will survive it.......till death do us part
They say "how's Tracy?" I say "i'm still here
Trying to show that my pain isn't clear
So I sat "how's you then, the kids, how's the wife?"
Anything so I, talk not of my life
Still faking a smile and pulling a grin
All I need is putting in the bin
get towed away on the back of a truck,
coz that's what you do with a fat useless lump
Your body is screaming, your brain just wont work
get up in the morning,your job you can't shirk
you go through the motions of fairy tale life
while pain cuts you down with a broad sharpened knife
you're not the person you wanted to be
Your moods make you grumpy and people cant see
How hard you cover discomfort and stress
to prove your existence ain't a big crumpled mess
Your mind keeps on drifting, alone in the fog
Guts all entangled like rusty old cog
face hot and flushing while feet freezing cold
So crinkled and twisted you just feel so old
So bring on your tremors and falling out hair
Aching and pain-ing I really don't care
twist me and tweak me and tie me in knots
I don't give a bugger- not one little jot
You try to take me down black slimy path
But i will survive it.......till death do us part