Clean me up with poison fluid. Rubbed into the wounds on my heart. Fix me up with tape and glue. All in all its just another mayday. Words flow from my fingertips, More dull and pointless every day. Cut me open to peek inside, See my clockwork bio-mechanical inner-workings. Of all the things I've yet to have done, None will ever make me better. Diseased I truly am. A nothing in the mirror.