Its been better.
Its been worse.
Its been years since I've had this curse.
I don't know why I limp so much.
I've lost my touch and I use a crutch.
I cry, the pain!
Never again, I try.
To ease my knees.
Weaken, not straighten.
My balance, off balance.
And just when I think I'm getting better, I'm worse.
I swear, it's the curse.