Petru Gherasim
Disability: Topic Of Discussion
This world is so bad
I don't see a warm soul, yeah
I don't feel that heartbeat
Cause it's evaporated from us

You look at me with my eyes
And my disability is the topic of discussion
No, it's not what you say
I just can't walk right
My right hand's banged up

I'm not what you think
But you're still mocking me
Let that shit come out of your mouth
Maybe it's getting to me, I'll shut up anyway

Who ain't the same, don't understand
Who doesn't feel what it's like, can't empathize
This pain will remain mine alone
But please, don't create ironies just because I was born this way