I feel like a man made of biscuit
I know it sounds absurd to hear
And while you chuckle with ridicule and scorn
Spare a thought for the fragile heart of a Gingerbread Man

We all know the story of the Gingerbread Man
A creature formed from humble flour and given life
Whose bones are not forged in steel, his skin of tough iron
But a delicate man shaped from powdery imagination
Spare a thought for a Gingerbread Man, whose life was shaped by hands not of his own
And whose life begun in a fiery blaze

I feel like a Gingerbread Man
A man trapped in a fragile form
Who crumbles and flakes under the weight of a world that demands too much
A man made of chocolate and icing so bright
Whose tears are more harmful than healing
Each drop a reminder of fragile mortality

I feel like a Gingerbread Man,
A man with a heart of cream, of sugar and spice
But a man whose façade hides a sorrowful core
Never reacting, always in control,
Lest my mind, body and hear shatter from all this inner turmoil
Spare a thought for a gingerbread man,
For whom pangs of despair, sadness and depression
Feel like bites taken out of his sugary form
leaving him hollow than ever

I feel like a Gingerbread Man
A man whose dreams are just crumbs scattered far behind
A man whose presence to others, is a fleeting delight
Whose life is nibbled away bit by bit, by the passage of time
Who is sweet but only for a short while
I know it sounds silly to feel this way
But I feel like a gingerbread man
Spare a thought for me as well