Stepless
I'd like to forget about all the wear and tear
To sit up and get up
Spring to my feet without a care

But I've made my bed
My bed of infirmary
I'm half way dead
I can't move or leave

I like to remember all the times that I could race around
Those times have taught me that I can't stay down and expect to be able to get up

Because I've made my bed of infirmary
I'm half way dead
I can't move or leave
I want to use the half that is alive

Aching and breaking
Crumbling under my own weight
I try to get up but then I fall down further ways
Because I've made my bed of infirmary
I can't move or leave
I've made my bed of infirmary
Seems the only thing I can do is prepare for rest
Because now I'm afraid of testing myself, pushing myself in that old way
I'd like to forget what is permanent
And spring to my feet without a care

2007 Piemerica-Incorperated-EternallyWritten by Emperor MAR
August 9, 2007
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