I don't want these ears.
They still hear the echoes.

I don't want these eyes.
They often get lost.

I don't want these lips.
They hold so much in.

I don't want this mind.
I thinks far too much.

I don't want these hands.
They've given up reach.

I don't want these legs.
They can never outrun.

I don't want this heart.
I've used it to death.

I don't want this life.
I've emptied it so.


I just want out.
Completely. Forever.