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I’m forever bound to a chair
I’m half quadriplegic, that means paraplegic
I can’t seem to feel my legs
A desolate life (life)
I can’t please my wife (wife)
If only my legs I could feel
It's legs that I spite as I sit down and fight
The only thing I cannot feel
There will be wheel, chair
The suffer and pain is much to bear
The only one, left
Wheels in motion, fate is set
Because the mountains don't give back what they take
Oh no, there will be wheel, chair
It's the only thing I cannot feel
Losing my mobility
Wondering, "Have I gone insane?"
Hate my disability all I feel is Phantom Pain
Looking downward from this deadly height and wondering if I should end it all