Plasticity

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.