My body is a cage. That keeps me from dancing with the one I love.

Peter is a true artist, i can imagine he must be a nice person too.

Is your father a singer?

Hasn't epilepsy treatments progressed? Don't they have some sort brain implementations or is it a financial thing?

I learned about this song from a show called House, about a doctor struggling with a very painful leg, even so he gets addicted to vicodin.
We see a scene where we are to believe is going to commit suicide while being in a hotel room that's very high up, he stands on the ledge but jumps in the pool (and he's okay).

Personally i also feel caught in the cage that is my body lately, something unknown (then you also can't know if it will ever pass), and definitely not something of a feeling i would want to grow old with.

Bump.