Verse one All of you pretend to know the sounds of my life’s internal feed and then you want to dictate to me how it should be run externally to be clear I don’t mind if certain corrections are justified, but as a person with cerebral palsy, I should be able to address you when I think you’ve crossed the line Chorus: you clamor eye contact is important and stress so boldly that I should know this you state that I will be perceived as mannerless even though my muscles in my neck are weak and suffer, neuromuscular deficiencies, but you purposely choose not to see
Verse two: if you see me with my head hung low while I’m driving in my chair and don’t come up and touch my neck and tell me the world prays on the week I have dyscalculia I am legally blind, and sometimes I use the ground to guide me I’m sitting here trying to navigate the world as best as I can so as to be spiritually, emotionally and I keep my surroundings Uncaged eliminate hapless and become lucky
The second chorus: so, by saying they’ll pick out the weak one just because of how my neck is hung doesn’t make conversing with you fun and it just sounds like detrimental noise And it really would behoove you to pick up a book or two in order to gather a plethora of clues but if not, Hey, it’s your choice.
the bridge : attention please do not touch my body although you think you’re helping its importuning me and you seem naughty if everyone is different why can’t tilted candles get their shine? You preach about societal rhythms but what of the ones in the middle and not delayed but none neurologically typical forgetting all my seeds inside, reducing me to flesh and rind (Speaking part) Yes, we are of a different cloth sleep on your one thousand dollar thread count bedsheets, but don’t treat me like a moth Chorus Blatherskite put down your pride coat. Your audaciousness will grow cold. I accept what has been bestowed. While you jeer, we will have joy and just because you have your child he is taking the road of common miles does it mean that that’s my aisle so I wish not to hear your voice