I don't hurt like Cash or Trent
But I hurt in my own fashion
I will die, without any regrets
Because life became a machine
Without my feelings, no desires
The cold sprockets and the wire
All sparks carried with purpose
But I am lost, my flesh is done
My pain is a losing daily fight
While steel can prevent damage
I am made of a different form
No purpose since my life begun
I'm broken, my regrets unspoken
Unchosen, abandoned, rusting
Junk cast into the masses
For melting and reform
My purpose was to die
And in that, I couldn't even try
