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