I live on the juices I squeeze through my heart

All of those chemicals give life for a start

As they pass through the chambers then into my brain

I never can taste them, they cause me no pain

So why is it then that I'm hurting so bad

When my heart is healthy, my blood is not sad

I'm feeling so shatterred, but no part is wrong

There's a hurting so deep that I can't hear the song

I used to feel special but I was a fool

I ain't no mechanic, but I have a tool

Is that all she wanted? I know she says no

I can change nearly all of me, but that bit, not so

My emotions are stronger than the pump of my heart

They give pain like a death, perhaps I should start

There's a place for the useless, they call it the grave

The thought doesn't scare me, there's no soul to save

(C) Ron Lee 1994

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