Broken Toy Airplanes

One day if im walking i will just drop dead,
And you can be the last one to hold my breath.



Doctors can prescribe me lots of pills,
But i still can't describe exactly how i feel.

And i am letting go,
And i am letting go.

And i must decide wether to confide,
Wether to simply hide,
And i must realize i am a waste of time,
A waste of life.



You see me in the hallway and i turn pale.
When you hold my hand my heart starts to yell:

"doctors can prescribe you lots of pills,
But no one will ever know how you feel.
And you are a failure,
And you are a failure!"

And i must decide wether to confide
Wether to simply hide,
And i must realize i am a waste of time.
A waste of life.