Everyday,
I pray,
That I don't get to replay,
Of what I went through the day before that makes me want to fade away,
I have to lay in a uncomfortable bed and rot away like decay,
They keep asking me tons of questions like its some big survey,
I would rather be bound down on a railway,
One time I stood up and began to sway,
Harry yelled out "hey!",
It scared me and then I am suddenly in a different place and hear "your gay!",
Someday I will get my say,
I wake up and look out the window and see a blue jay,
Oi it's now time for another x-ray.