I’m sick of all the pain
Every minute of every day
Never knowing how I’ll feel
From one moment to the next
Is it my knee or shoulder
Maybe it’s my back or neck
Or perhaps it’s everywhere
Feeling like I have the flu
Unable to make many plans
In case I can’t make it out
Cancelling at the last minute
When I really wanted to go
My friends think I’m bailing
When I’m a prisoner at home
While others are having fun
I’m crying in pain alone
I’m sick of all the pain
But it’s part of my life
I have good days and bad days
And everything in between
I just can’t be who I used to be
Sometimes I get glimpses
Other times the pain consumes me
But I’ll always do it with a smile
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