Mental Heath

I am a broken pacemaker A detri-'mental' heartbreaker You see I'm just a wastestation Just waiting Waiting for incineration To burn with all the waste it's taken in You see I know I can be free But not when it's me allowing me to act not so proudly My heart ticks on even as a broken clock That thump reminding I'll burn Some days that pulse just reminding me Its a Glock 45 my brain yearns