It's life that does
The killing

And nothing is ever fair

And I feel deformed
And trapped

And I'm standing over there

And I think I have
Alot of problems

And I don't know why

And sometimes I'll just cry

I look up at the sky

I hate that my left side
Is stronger than my right

And I'm tired of trying
Why do I even bother
Why do I even fight

And my head is on the right side
Of my body

Not in the middle
Where it is supposed to be

I guess it *****
To be me

And I walk here
And walk there
People blab and blab
But few really care

And I lift weights
Go to phsyical therapy
But nothing changes for me

My left back still
A bit larger than my right

And I don't know
Whether to
Laugh or cry

I certainly can
Be a lonely
And miserable guy