There's a bone in your body that helps you move,
breath,              
run,          
and walk.

Some help you eat,
and drink,
some are hard,
some are frugal.

Broke,
or fracture
night or day
bones are here to stay.

My life is like a book.
Neverends,
Never telles you what happened,
or what’s wrong.

You will never hear me complain about things,
Or hear me tell *** people I hate my life,
I will keep my mouth closed,
And hope that no one knows what I am thinking.

I could tell them what’s bugging me,
I could tell them about my leg,
About my heart,
About the pain I feel.
I could do this stuff,
Yet I choose pain then help every time,
I listen to my friends problem,
And add to the collection of sad story’s and pain.

I will look death in the eyes over and over again,
And stil come back.
I could walk on fire and feel nothing,
But when it comes to the heart,
That’s everyone’s weakness.

My life is like a book that never lends,
You can add you story to my library,
I could add it my sad story.