FACTOR 8
And I have no factor 8
I fake it pretty well
I get out of bed
(Sometimes)
I go to work
(Sometimes)
No one sees the blood
Drip
Drip
Drip
My heart is broken
And I have no factor 8
I keep waiting for the pain to stop - It doesn’t
I keep waiting for the tears to stop - They don’t
I wonder if I will just fade away
While I am wallowing and waiting
Wallowing and waiting and waning away
Wallowing and waiting and waning away
When I was young I was such a fighter
I stood up for what I thought was right
I didn’t back down
I never cried
I had such passion and conviction
Now I have no passion
Now I have no conviction
I know what I am supposed to do
Eat right
Exercise
Think positive
Positive people live longer
Who wants to live longer?
Not me
1 comment:
But I want you to live longer, Sheila, and so does all your family, so keep on writing that beautiful poetry while you're wallowing and waiting and waning away until you realize you never needed that damn factor 8 anyway--just factor L.
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