Some bruise on the inside
Some bruise on their skin
Some hurt on the outside
Some hurt in the in
Some go to the doctors for check ups
Some go when they're ill
Some people can barely sit up
Some can barely think
Some go for medication
Some go just to talk
Some die of constipation
Some can't even walk
Some have chronic diseases
Some get put into freezers
Some are so cold they wear winter coats
All through the year and even write notes
They write about places and people and cars
They talk about demons and wizards and scars
They must be so special they must be so cool
Because I swear sometimes they even talk about you
They're always so sick, with the flu or cold
It never goes away or so I am told
A bag full sweets to make it go away
But somehow it seems to come back and always want to stay
My sister loves those sweets, she always has the cold
But at least I know she's happy, but that is what I'm told
Because I have a secret that my sister made me keep
That she's not getting better until she gets to sleep
She always ate her sweets and sometimes not that often
She'd pray to go to bed inside her perfect coffin
And last night she ate all her sweets and had a tummy ache
So now we have to wait for her soul to bake
Because all those sweets are only what is nice
But better once it has yummy frosted ice
The kind you have in birthdays and wedding cakes
The kind you find in stores or when your granny makes
Some are pretty later
Some are pretty now
Some are good on paper
Some have to take a bow
