The Amputees

We are the amputees

Cut off at our knees

Something's tickling at our feet

No more the sufferers

The dull thud of us

Once our heels they...

Clacked in the street

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

We are the stigmatized

The prosthetisized

Our love, and our hate

Smoothed and shined

No more extremities

No more possibilities

Like forgotten skittles

We wait for our strike

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

If I could lean to you

I'd whisper in your ear

If I could reach for you

I'd touch you, I'd touch you

I'd touch you, I'd touch you

I'd touch you

I miss you so bad

I miss you so

I miss you so bad

Miss you so

I miss you, oh

I miss you

I miss you so bad

Miss you so

Miss you, oh

I miss you

I miss you so

I miss you so bad