all my joy has been thieved from me stolen tooketh i have sat and compared and looked up and down examining beautiful girls im supposed to look like them but no my joy has been thieved from me
Seeing my future From a sickness with no cure Either laying in bed unable to move Or will it **** me I have no clue For now I try to hide the pain From friends and family everyday When will it take me This is the part I am unable to see