Everything is just as its meant to be
Thats what they all tell me
Thats there is a plan for me
That it will pass eventually
But they dont understand the word chronic
By their logic
I’ll be in pain for eternity
Or even past the grave
Possibly
They don’t belive its real
So they say its ok
But its not
When i have to say
“I showered today, so i can’t move tomorrow”
Maybe not everything is as its...