In the corner of your heart
In a plastic bin,
Made up of plastic toxin
I too am a taint
Singing my last refrain:
Why don't you let me be, and I'll pretend I'm well.
Cause you're too blind to see, and I'm too tired to tell.
And in your apathy, your head begins to swell.
Another tragedy, but you're too cold to feel.
I have a plastic heart,
It doesn't need to heel
It doesn't need your light
So let me fake the feel
Let me fake the hurt and Let me fake the cry.
Let me fake the burning, So that you can survive.
In a plastic bin
Writing plastic lines
The Corner of your heart
Is where I’ll demise.
