Into the Morgue

I was small enough To fit my father's palm And now I'm taller than he will ever be And I can't believe that's who I am I don't know these hands Or these scars of mine They just don't feel like mine It's hard to recognise that I'm already dying And it'll take some time But I'm not too sad Because I'm not who I think I am I often feel like I've abandoned him And I never feel how I'm supposed to feel How can I tell this is real? How will I know? And I'm getting old And I'm getting tired And I'm staying up all night Worrying that this is all a waste of time And I'm stagnating And my head is sore And my friends are making friends And their new friends Will think that I'm too strange of a guy So I'm ducking mirrors And I'm telling lies To avoid this person with my Voice and my hands and my plans I never feel how I'm supposed to feel How can I tell this is real? How will I know? My mind is a graveyard Full to the brim Of all the memories I'll never live again And it's hard to know that part of my life is now over My mind is a hallway Of trophies in a case The puzzle pieces have been falling out of place And it's hard to know that part of my life is now over It's now over I miss my old school I miss my old bed I miss my old life I miss my old friends You say your farewells I say my goodbyes As they wheel me in I feel his Light You only get one shot so you better give it your best try