The Court
Trying to shake the itch that sticks and twitches at my skin
Pure addition, void of fiction - this is real life
Face it, We Can
Stop lying, You’re losing track
The weight is even on both sides at the local bar
Choose We Can
Stricken and afflicted by my past
Trying to last without the glass that always FEELS empty
Don’t fill it. We Can
Emaciated faces locked in by gates and fates
that we can control but, we don’t
Eat, breath, speak, love. We Can
Disease does not mean we cannot cease,
To escape the tape, rope and ties - to fix our lives
DO it, We can.
