If I strive now, could I be just like you, if I knew how, could I corrupt like you, and as hard as I try, to believe in you, tell myself lies, could not deceive like you, and if I could touch certain sounds, would they feel just like you, if I could turn you down, would I still think of you, but it’s way too loud, building my aphasia, aphasia, aphasia, as these days go by I wonder why, it’s so hard to try and comply, as the external fades away, minus day by day, I try to reply and communicate, wait, but in this state I can contemplate, contemplate this sudden ill fate, but now it’s wise, I’ll compromise with my mind and try to use these eyes.