The moon still wakes. Those shadows loom in a quiet room. I hum my tongue. Epilepsy. It stays close by. But I see stars in the night lit sky. It's a dance, not a battle. A rhythm to learn. With every twist, there's a corner to turn. SS oh, it feels so sweet. A melody steady, A heartbeat speak. Living with the spark. The highs, the lows. Epilepsy. You can't dim my glow. Some days are clouds, others are clear. But I keep on moving year by year. There's a beauty in the steps we trace. Finding balance in this wondrous space. It's not a flaw, it's a part of the art. Each moment we met is a piece of the heart. SCC Dumb. Oh it feels so sweet. A melody steady, a heartbeat speak. Living with the spark. The highs, the lows. Epilepsy. You can't dim my clothes. It's not a flaw, it's a part of the art. Each moment we mend is a piece of the heart. S E C oh, it feels so sweet. A melody steady, a heartbeat Speak then with the spark. The highs, the lows. Epilepsy. You can't dim my clothes. Epilepsy. You can't dim my glow. Some days are clouds, others are clear. But I keep on moving year by year. There's a beauty in the steps we trace. Finding balance in this wondrous space. It's not a flaw, it's a part of the art. Each moment we mend is a piece of the heart. Olepsy. Sit up. Oh, it feels so sweet. A melody steady, a heartbeat speak. Living with the spark. The highs, the lows. Epilepsy. Can't dim my clothes. Epilepsy. You can't dim my glow. Some days are clouds.