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So lay me down to rest
I'm done trying my best
IBD is a troll
My head is a now a mess
It wants you to get depressed
So I fill myself with happiness
I can’t let it win
So instead I grin
It makes you feel loneliness
Put on your mockingjay pin
Life’s not so bad, lift up your chin
Pick up your head
You try to ignore the anger
Pain and I are no stranger
Or lie back down to bed
Be a tanker
Keep going, even if you have to be a faker
Come on
Don’t let it
Get to you bit by bit
Stop singing that sad song
Don’t throw that fit
You have grit
Knocked me down
IBD
Is a bully, he pushed me
All the way to the dirty, cold, hard, ground
And I scraped my knee
But I still try to fill myself with glee
Dear, IBD get lost!
Take a hike!
It’s the third strike
You aren’t the boss
You, nobody likes
You can’t catch me on my bike
I fell
There comes a point
Where you want to roll a joint
You stupid spell
The why bother going on point
I don’t care anymore, even if it can affect your joints
Frustrating
Every time I get back on my feet
I get hit hard on the concrete
IBD hating
After everything finally becomes neat
I get hit when I try to cross the street
This has been going on for awhile
Will it ever end?
Well that depends
Always wanting to be normal, everything in a messed up pile
I don’t want to be your friend
Again
For the world I wouldn’t miss
Could you offer me your hand?
To help me stand
I've got this
I can
As long as you can understand