im so badly broken
they gave me a token
my lungs inhal then deflate
i was told i was a gift on a silver plate
im just a fool
i was just a tool
my story is slowly nding
im bleeding
time is still ticking away
just on display
do you even car
you sem scared
it's okay child i'm not dead yet
thee paper pen and rope are all set
there's no need to worry
im just a memory thats just blurry
