I lie and listen. fully awake,
In the the dead of night,
To my sorrow-full and self hating conscious.
I'm not the guy you think I am.
I am not great
You can feel the cold of my skin,
It feels like ice.
like very cold tin.
My chest is hollow.
I am the Tin man, my chest is empty, i am heartless.
Open me up and see,
Open me up and not see.
My chest is empty,
my heart is gone.
I'm not the marvoulous guy you think I am.
I'm a man with a hollow chest.
You say our hearts beat as one,
but what you hear is just the echo of your heart.
I'm a cold heartless man of tin.
filled with guilt and a burdened conscious.
Hopefully things will return as they once were.
You may find your path again on the glimmering yellow road.
And ill remain rusted stiff,
forgotten behind the trees.
Hopefully you can forgive me for the pain I have caused you...
Hopefully you can forget me so that the pain will go away...