Tin Man
programmed to live this everyday life
mechanical actions and emotions
going through the motions thoughtlessly
always present but never really here
feeling trapped within aluminum walls
no way for anyone to come inside
yet no way for me to break out
lost soullessly inside myself
mechanical smiles, my cheap facade
making others believe the falsehoods
that make up my true existance
my laughter has a metalic ring
that wchoes throughout this tin-foil place
creating an ache unlike any other
nowhere to hide from the enemy
when sadly I find, the enemy is me
mechanical bits and broken pieces
welded carelessly into the haphazard shape
of the woman I see staring back
tearfully from the looking glass
the cold hard truth has found me at last
I couldn't hide future, present, or past
my true identitiy has finally appeared
it is the "Tin Man" that resides in here
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