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.