This is what you do when pain is too much and popping codeine is not helping much either

Catching lightin’ bugs on a warm summer’s eve
Picking clover bouquets smelling of sunshine
Dancing, twirling on a cool evening breeze
Perfume of roses clipped in my hair fill the air
This was the me I use to be

Once a child of giggles and grins
Singing, swirling on the summer’s wind
Fearless and trusting, ready to fly
Swinging high to touch the clouds in the sky
That was the me I use to be

Gone are the lighin’ bugs on a warm summer’s eve
Gone are the clover bouquets and soft summer breeze
Life’s lessons came swift and were unrelenting
Trust no one, fear tomorrow, hide hurry hide
Was I ever the me I thought me to be

Now through my window of the world there is nothing
Life’s joy, love and happiness are gone perhaps forever
Emptiness is everywhere and hope is only a shadow
Sadly the me I use to be
Is no longer there for me to see