I feel as though I’m being ripped into pieces.
Every inch of my body is becoming defeated.
I feel like I’m a piece in a garage sale.
Getting tossed out like unwanted mail.
One minute I’m good then the next I’m bad.
I dream about the painless life that I once had.
Diagnose her with this, and then tell her she has that
How about find me a cure so I don’t feel like a doormat.
I feel like I’m being ripped into pieces,
I get so disgusted as if I’m covered in feces.
Sometimes it’s seems so hard to deal,
with an illness that not everyone considers to be real.
I’m pained, I’m tired and my brain is consumed with a billion thoughts.
You’d think I’d be used to it, after these years that’s I’ve fought.
Here takes a piece, everyone gets a share.
Let her partake with the virus in the air.
I feel like I’m being ripped into pieces,
I’m learning a lot about what this illness teaches.
She doesn’t matter, feed her to the cows.
Forget about the search party that’s occurring all over town.
Let’s beat her up, let’s make her suffer,
Let’s show her that chronic illness is tougher.
She doesn’t deserve a piece of mine,
Look from the outside, she looks just fine.
I feel like I’m being ripped into pieces,
As if I’m being stepped on like the seaweed at dirty beaches.
Will it ever end or will it ever stop.
I put up a daily fight; I give all I’ve got.
My body is attack on a daily basis.
They don’t understand these challenges I’m facing.
I’m some old food, left in the fridge and meant to rot.
Or a jump rope tied into a mysterious knot.
I feel like I’m being ripped into pieces,
can’t wait until this illness eventually ceases.
I do believe that a cure will come soon,
But maybe not until I’m dead and shining though the moon.
One day, somehow my wish will come true
And that time will be when I no longer deal with you.
This is my last chance and opportunity to live life.
Lupus will never win without me putting up a fight.
Every inch of my body is becoming defeated.
I feel like I’m a piece in a garage sale.
Getting tossed out like unwanted mail.
One minute I’m good then the next I’m bad.
I dream about the painless life that I once had.
Diagnose her with this, and then tell her she has that
How about find me a cure so I don’t feel like a doormat.
I feel like I’m being ripped into pieces,
I get so disgusted as if I’m covered in feces.
Sometimes it’s seems so hard to deal,
with an illness that not everyone considers to be real.
I’m pained, I’m tired and my brain is consumed with a billion thoughts.
You’d think I’d be used to it, after these years that’s I’ve fought.
Here takes a piece, everyone gets a share.
Let her partake with the virus in the air.
I feel like I’m being ripped into pieces,
I’m learning a lot about what this illness teaches.
She doesn’t matter, feed her to the cows.
Forget about the search party that’s occurring all over town.
Let’s beat her up, let’s make her suffer,
Let’s show her that chronic illness is tougher.
She doesn’t deserve a piece of mine,
Look from the outside, she looks just fine.
I feel like I’m being ripped into pieces,
As if I’m being stepped on like the seaweed at dirty beaches.
Will it ever end or will it ever stop.
I put up a daily fight; I give all I’ve got.
My body is attack on a daily basis.
They don’t understand these challenges I’m facing.
I’m some old food, left in the fridge and meant to rot.
Or a jump rope tied into a mysterious knot.
I feel like I’m being ripped into pieces,
can’t wait until this illness eventually ceases.
I do believe that a cure will come soon,
But maybe not until I’m dead and shining though the moon.
One day, somehow my wish will come true
And that time will be when I no longer deal with you.
This is my last chance and opportunity to live life.
Lupus will never win without me putting up a fight.
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