I can't feel my right side ear but I'll probably still not listen to jazz
I can't feel my left side hand god I hope it comes back to me again
But all this means is I'll get back what I lost
When I wanted to die
Eight months before
Or a year or two ago
Sitting in my room with the light beams shining through
And an able bodied soul but a mind that didn't know
That light beam was gold