Mar 2013
My lungs
They're made of metal
Artificial
Weak
Wailing
My heart
Is full of stitches
Broken
Irreparable
Failing
My mind
Filled with holes
Present, past, and future
Muddled
Troublesome
Ailing
You can help me?
Please
You're not
Who I'm looking for
And so
I keep
Sailing
They're made of metal
Artificial
Weak
Wailing
My heart
Is full of stitches
Broken
Irreparable
Failing
My mind
Filled with holes
Present, past, and future
Muddled
Troublesome
Ailing
You can help me?
Please
You're not
Who I'm looking for
And so
I keep
Sailing
