It's a family tradition Speckled from jaundice bruises Badges I where them with shameful pride It shows that I'm a survivor But I'm not sure If I longer want to survive. Tried to run and hide But I was too slow And he was too smart Just my luck This one time. I was brave and full of guts Driving to the hospital But I became jaundice myself And told them I tripped. Must have been some trip, How many flights of stairs? Too many I said, and I started to cry. I won't bother next time I'll just do it again. No sense it wasting people's precious time On useless ol' me. That's what I'm told, anyway. I hear your thoughts Don't think I can, do you? How can you stay? If you really wanted to you could leave, Just get up, walk out that door. Well, I'm glad it's so easy for you- But let me strap these shoes onto you and see how easy it is for you To walk over that threshold. How dare you think you can commentate my life When you have no idea what it's like To be trapped, inside a cage of bumps and bruises.Birth sign: Gemini
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