I'm not the same,
I'm different, I've changed,
A part of me's gone,
It's so hard to move on,
Didn't choose to be tamed,
Didn't want to get maimed,
At me life's been pointing a gun.
Unexpected restrictions holding me back,
Far too many to keep track,
No matter how many times I try to forget,
Can't help but notice I'm way out of whack.
I appreciate your sympathy,
But please, don't feel bad for me,
I'll get through it eventually,
And return to my old self permanently.
But for now, I'm waiting patiently.
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