they took my parts and put some back now i’m a walking anxiety attack i wonder why my favorite color’s black my parts are at war with me stitches and scars, it’s a patchwork life held together by machines and a knife but every crack shows where I’ve been a story written on my skin i’m made of spare parts, but i still move a little rusted, but i still prove that even broken things can dream in the silence, i still scream i won’t let the pieces fall apart i’ve learned to live with this fragile heart though the pain keeps pulling me down i’m still standing, i won’t drown the doctors poke, they prod, they patch each time i’m hoping it’s the last a never-ending race that i can’t catch but i’m still here, that’s something tubes and pills, it’s all the same i joke it off, i mask the pain but deep inside, there’s a fire that burns a flicker of hope at every turn i’m made of spare parts, but i still move a little rusted, but i still prove that even broken things can dream in the silence, i still scream i won’t let the pieces fall apart i’ve learned to live with this fragile heart though the pain keeps pulling me down i’m still standing, i won’t drown i used to think i’d never heal but time has taught me how to feel the cracks don’t break, they hold me strong i’ve been fractured all along and in the dark, i find my light i fight the battle every night i’m more than pieces sewn together i’ll keep walking through this weather i’m made of spare parts, but i still move a little rusted, but i still prove that even broken things can dream in the silence, i still scream i won’t let the pieces fall apart i’ve learned to live with this fragile heart though the pain keeps pulling me down i’m still standing, i won’t drown i’m more than metal, more than bone in this fight, i’m not alone i’ll keep walking, part by part i’ll survive with this patched-up heart
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