I’m sick and tired of being told to stay positive
I’m sick and tired of being told to think positive
When the outcome is so very obvious
My body is rejecting me, my body is fighting me
My body is my temple, yet its abusing me
No body can see what i feel
No body can feel what i see
My body is supposed to be my body
But my body has become a stranger to me
Because of my body i cant live freely
Because of my body I cant sleep peacefully
Because of my body, i might end up as a photo gallery
Because of my body will anyone remember me

Will anyone remember all the times i’ve cried
Will anyone remember how hard i tried
To be the strong person, to be the positive one
When everything is said and done
Will anyone remember me, or what my body has become
Will anyone remember me, or the person i tried to become?
Will anyone remember all the pain i kept inside
Or remember how alone and dead i felt along the ride
Will anyone be there to pray for me,
As one day i hope this battle is one i can win
My time on earth hasn’t been so fair,
I’m still young, I want a chance to repair
To Repair my broken heart,
To Repair my broken mind
To Repair my broken family
To Repair everything that’s ever gotten in my way
To repair my body so i dont get thrown away
Because of my body will anyone remember me

I’m sick and tired of being told to stay positive
I’m sick and tired of being told to think positive
When the outcome is so very obvious
My body is rejecting me, my body is fighting me
My body is my temple, yet its abusing me
No body can see what i feel
No body can feel what i see
My body is supposed to be my body
But my body has become a stranger to me
Because of my body i cant live freely
Because of my body I cant sleep peacefully
Because of my body, i might end up as a photo gallery
Because of my body will anyone remember me

Will anyone remember all the times i lied
When being asked if i'm okay and i’d say yeah i’m fine
Ive become good at hiding my emotions
Because my body is no longer mine
I’m torn between many explosions
Would i be strong enough to fight
Or would i need an enhancer
Because of my body hating me
I’m afraid one day i’ll die lonely
Not because i’m not surrounded by people i love
Or by people who love me
But because my body is my temple
And right now, it’s abusing me