I am all alone with a disease that slowly eats the nerves right out of me.
Not one close friend truly treats this as "serious"
As actions speak louder if used for the good of me.
Warnings were given.
These people claimed to care.
If a dollar is needed they fail to show.
I suffer, in silence.
Now I'm the financial for unforegiven.
I'm a Human life.
Something has got to give
Outside of dollars, what part of me are you seeing?
Some claim I'm too nice.
That's not it at all.
When the extra help you give
Between us
Has built a wall