My bones are weak
My spine is gone
I feel like a freak
I don't want to go on
I have no courage
Nor any hope for the morrow
My fears aren't there
And any strength I need I must borrow
I've become the sick one
Who's jealous of the sick
I'd rather not eat
Than be a normal chick
I can't talk
Can't speak a word
Without a stutter here and there
But then again
No one seems to hear
No one seems to care
