I control the machine,it doesn't control me
I control the pen, in which is used for my deepest thoughts
I control the knife, yet I can't control the bleeding

I can't control me healing
I have never been able to control feelings  
I can't control the Poets soul

I could change my body, but never the scars
I could change the color of my eyes, but never the pain behind them
I could change my heart, but never mend the cracks

We could only change and control so much