Testo: Hawthorne Heights. Broken Man.

Doctor, doctor- can you please check my pulse?
it's beating slower; you told me I should expect the worst
I know my days are numbered now
just a few more months to go
I'll say my last good byes, farewell
and kiss the one i love the most

pick up the pieces of myself, pull me back together now

I'm just a man who was meant to be broken
a life stone whose life is winding down
my time is running out
I'm just a man whose dream had been stolen
a blood store whose policy is winding down
my time is running out

Doctor, doctor- can I have the good news first?
I'm not feeling well, and I can tell
you just don't have the cure

pick up the pieces of myself, pull me back together now

I'm just a man who was meant to be broken
a life stone whose life is winding down
my time is running out
I'm just a man whose dream had been stolen
a blood store whose policy is winding down
my time is running out

now I know the end is near
I'll call you off to face my fears alone
I'm dying, dying dear
so let me go, just let me go (go!)

pick up the pieces of myself, pull me back together now

I'm just a man who was meant to be broken
a life stone whose life is winding down
my time is running out
I'm just a man whose dream had been stolen
a blood store whose policy is winding down
my time is running out