Yesterdays are just the freckles on today's clear skin,
and yet you cry and call them blemishes.
I would do anything, just to fit in
But what I give, no one will take.

She spins in circles, and sings to the stars
Iron weights are sewed to my skin
I could hurt someone
I can't lift off
I can't  even  stand up

A disease has got into my soul and it's killing me like the rest
I feed my own insecurity, self pity, I loathe me
Some body rescue

But no
I will not take another's hand for too many's bitten off
Instead I'll smile and say
    'I'd much prefer to sit'