Artificial,
Prosthetic hands are sympathetic,
But I'll put and end to this.
I can't keep fighting,
Do I have to keep fighting?
Stop breathing x2,
It's not the same x2,
Because I was just a kid.
It does not do well to dwell on dreams.
Acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go,
When you chase the ghosts of things that could have been
Like a father who was never there at all,
Ghosts of things that could have been
Like a father who was never there at all, at all.
I was a boy,
Now I'm a plane,
But I can't keep this holding pattern anymore.
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