There's a pain in my back that doesn't allow me to sleep for very long. Worse, there is you that is with me when the days burn and the nights shadow.

How could this be.
I'm too young to be alone,
Misery is out of my control,
But laying in bed for the past 21 years, alone,
Is not.

I'm following you in my dreams, in my thoughts,
With a sprained ankle,
I can still keep up,
I never wanted this for myself,
And how I've prayed to all the gods I've known for a midday dance.

I keep waking up.