Test, test.
Do you know what's really inside my chest?

Beep, beep.
The horrors in my ribcage will make you weep.

Thump, thump.
Inside there isn't a single fleshy lump.

Tut, tut.
Now it's time to tell you what.

Tick, tock.
My heart is nothing more than a clock.

Ring, ring.
My lungs are made out of fraying string.

Bam, bam.
Asthma's left me with half of a diaphragm.

Crying, crying.
Now you know that I'm dying.

Sigh, sigh.
I'm afraid it's time to say goodbye.