I'm tired of the dings and the pings and the aches and the sprains
Of the grunts and the groans and the multiple pains

From my youth I fast forward to a thing I call hell
Am I tired am I bitter am I pissed can't you tell ?

There's no drugs, no elixirs no magical cure
Just the doctors and nurses and bills
that's for sure

It's day after day after day of a fight
For my strength, for my vision,
just for some sign of a light

What once stood before me now lies in...