Steroids, oh steroids,
I hate you, you suck.
If you were a curse word,
You'd probably be f*ck.

But you keep me breathing
and help me survive.
It's worth a few mood swings
To keep me alive.

So strap on your big guns
'Cause Pseudo's in town,
With his old friend Rejection,
They can't keep us down.

We'll fight through insomnia!
Fight through sugar highs!
'Till both of these monsters
Have said their goodbyes.

And when it's all over,
And my face is all round,
At least there will always
Be some beauty found

In the wisdom of doctors,
The care of our friends,
The strength of our circles,
And faith without end.

'Cause our time is coming.
You know that it's true.
Dear cystic fibrosiswe're coming for YOU!

xo little monster,
Piper