Tin Man
I’m jealous of the Tin Man, who has no heart to feel
I’m jealous on the Tin Man, cause I wish I was made of steel
Things would be so much easier, if my soul was made of stone
The sadness that rolls inside of me, would evaporate like the cold
My tears would rust away and stiffen all my thoughts
The thumping inside my chest, would be solid like a rock
No up and down emotions, to drive my mind insane
I wish I was a statue that can stand against the pain
But im nothing but a human, whose heart beats with every tick
I end up fighting my own wars until my heart is just too sick
The weird thing about this process is my heart will eventually heal
I’ll have a fighting chance and face whatever I have to feel
Eventually this heart of mine, which thought it lost the race
Still beats inside each one of us hoping for another day
Hoping for another try to prove that love exists
Dismissing the past inside of us and ultimately bring us bliss
