Waking up I can't feel my fucking legs losing my mind losing faith in man kind I can't count on anyone but family and friends nobody understands. Now I can't feel my hands Depression clouds my head while I'm strapped to this bed Depression clouds my head while I'm strapped to this bed. Striking matches on my feet pins and needles everywhere cinder blocks tied to my legs You don't know real pain Is this real or is it fake Is it something I can shake You don't know real fucking pain Until you feel mine Losing faith on a bathroom floor curled up in a ball, I can't take this anymore. Yes I can say this has made me into a better man please try to understand that suffering comes before enlightenment. I'm losing time to do what I want to do cold inside I'm holding on you better fucking move Back on top no looking back I'll run right though you This disease will not kill me or bring me down one bit I don't care if you don't understand you probably never will This disease will not kill me or bring me down one bit One bit There's to many things in front of me for me to give a shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
