artificial
  prosthetic hands are sympathetic
  but i'll put and end to this
  i can't keep fighting, do i have to keep fighting
  stop breathing
  it's not the same
  because i was just a kid
  it does not do well to dwell on dreams
  acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go
  when you chase the ghosts of things that could have been
  like a father who was never there at all
    i was a boy
  now i'm a plane
  but i can't keep this holding pattern anymore