Good luck with the surgery
Everything will be okay
Here’s some flowers from you to me
I’m glad you decided to stay
X marks the spot for the incision
Every day I wake up is another fucking day I have to live in
Pull back the curtain, I prayed it had rained
The sun blinded me, and asked me to accept and welcome change
Every step I try to take
Yields another smile faked
Calloused hands have lost their trace
I found comfort in this place