Rusting Like The Tin Man

Im getting set in my languid ways
Letting my soul fester on lonesome days
Dreaming up a character I will never be
Who lives a lifestyle I shall never see
So tired of reality I try to escape it
Glory eludes me so I try to fake it

Im rusting like the tin man when he cries
When Dorothy says her final goodbyes
Wish I could click my heels and disappear
Cos I don't wanna be here

Getting down in the proverbial dumps
The iron fist of time relentlessly thumps
Knocking down the hours onto history’s canvas
Questions asked of me but im devoid of answers
When will my true calling be discovered?
When will the inertia be smothered?

Cos im rusting like the tin man when he cries
When Dorothy says her final goodbyes
Wish I could click my heels and disappear
Cos I don't wanna be here

Where do I stand where do I go
Inspiration will no longer flow
Now my tired mind thrives
With fantasy’s that I can't contrive

Im getting set in my languid ways
Letting my soul fester on lonesome days
Dreaming up a character I will never be
Who lives a lifestyle I will never see
So tired of reality so I try to escape it
Glory eludes me so I try to fake it

Im rusting like the tin man when he cries
When Dorothy says her final goodbyes
Wish I could click my heels and disappear
Cos I don't wanna be here

Im rusting like the tin man fantasizing of been a great man
Oh I just don't wanna be here

The End

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