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 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