Intro: Internal crash took up seconds and stole his years, which are hard to earn back You keep bringing him flowers while he sleeps the whole day through Finally you found a way to see improvements that aren't really there You lift an arm; you lift a leg And they don't move, but he's still here And everyday, he tries And he'll adjust fine As long as you let him through, He'll do a lot more than you It's hard to keep driving back with no progress that you can see Yes there are little moments Mainly it's bland cubed carrots Strapped in a chair on wheels, the view outide just makes him sigh, "I already fought a war. I didn't think i'd be fighting more. But here i am back again, something more to defend.