Discarded like a piece of trash,
Bound to be bound,
Less I should thrash,
Will someone take me down?
Does anyone out there care?
Is anyone even aware?
When nails pass through flesh,
It's quite a mess.
"Mother! I confess,
I've failed the test.
Proved my mortality way too soon.
Sorry."
Your, son.
Now I worry,
What will happen,
Until I come again.
But, for now,
I'm just hangin' round,
Somehow,
I've just gotta get down.
Ooooh... just hangin' round,
Please take me down.