Half wit, my head is thick
I've lost touch
I'm feeling sick
a body cracking
I make no sound
I'm sorry I'm losing
SOrry I'm beaten down
I want to try, so badly I do
I need to know why
I've been such a fool
a poison, a symptom
Is there a cure?
Even dolls can break when they fall.
Human zit, a walking imperfection.
next to my body, lays my heart
its life line running thin
thread in cold rain
I wish I could be
just a bit stronger
just so you'd see
the true man I am.
died with so much loss
graveled to his weakness
gave in to medioctary
the shine in his eye gone.
could it be true?
I've sung my last song?
as for this sickness..
Is there a cure?
Even dolls can break, when they do fall.
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