Year of Firsts

My hands can't handle much My fingers just aren't long enough It's safe to say I'll lose my grip someday My heart can hardly pump My body constantly goes numb But it's all the same because I'll lose touch one day Can I redo my birth Relive a year of firsts? Take it easy Take it easy on me Most words don't worry me Your insults flow so casually It's awful news for me to use one day Likewise, I'd like to know How praise inflates an asshole's ego Compliments make confidence okay Can I redo my birth Relive a year of firsts? Take it easy Take it easy on me