When I was ten, I was given a purple pill
I took it twice a day, without complaints
Doctors said it would make all well
But it made me pale and slightly faint
Little did they expect, the pain started to spread
The disease was no longer concentrated in my chest
Just two more months until I was supposed to be dead
My parents made plants to put me to rest
Somehow, years passed and my health improved
But I write this to you with an IV in my hand
Knowing that my illness with never be fully removed
And I wonder why life will never go as planned