I'm like a tin
can,
You knocked me
down and didn't even care to help me
up,
So I layed
there hurt and unsure what to do,
Until the wind
came by and lifted me up,
My spirits
a little aswell,
And now thanks
to you all I have left are
dents,
But don't
worry I can still live with dents,
I'm just a
bit worthless.
Trow me
away,
Take away the
lingering pain,
I don't
care anymore,
Because I am a
Dented Tin Can
And there's
nothing I can help with now,
Execpt recyle
me and give every a little bit of me,
And my
pain,
I'm sorry
if I do cause some,
Just trow me
out somewhere,
Get rid of
me already,
There is no use
for this Dented Tin
Can.