I’m running out of choices,
She said she don’t want my voices,
And she’d tightened up my life again,
Left me to regret under immense pain,
I need those answers she left uptight,
I am caught up in a mental riot,
I’m going blind I don’t want a start,
I never thought she had a plastic heart…..
She should have even bought me a life,
Or just a kiss to live and revive,
My head is numb my sense had died,
Last thing I need is to be crucified,
She should have thought once to stay,
Who was she to take my breathe away,
Something down my chest has broken apart,
Oh dear it is your plastic heart….