It's a pain in your heart when you have no coices
With epilepsy it's your brain that makes the decisions
And you don't get to put a word in
It just comes over you and you either pass out or blank out
Whatever you do, it takes you out
Sometimes for a short time
Sometimes for a long time
Whatever, you don't get to put a word in
And when you pass out or blank out it's not your choice
Regardless, it takes you out
Sometimes you see it
And sometimes you don't
No matter, you don't get to put a word in
And when it strikes, it's not your bad choice
It chooses when to take you out
And when you're down on the ground
And they point and snigger
And they might, perhaps, do what they can
To make sure that you don't die
On their patch
With epilepsy it's your brain that makes the decisions
And you don't get to put a word in
It just comes over you and you either pass out or blank out
Whatever you do, it takes you out
Sometimes for a short time
Sometimes for a long time
Whatever, you don't get to put a word in
And when you pass out or blank out it's not your choice
Regardless, it takes you out
Sometimes you see it
And sometimes you don't
No matter, you don't get to put a word in
And when it strikes, it's not your bad choice
It chooses when to take you out
And when you're down on the ground
And they point and snigger
And they might, perhaps, do what they can
To make sure that you don't die
On their patch
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