Tin Man Scarecrow
Sometimes I wish I was a tin man, and that I didn't have a heart
Cause if my chest was empty, you couldn't tear my world apart
There'd be nothing there for breaking, and you wouldn't make me cry
I wouldn't know whether you'd hurt me, even if you said goodbye
Maybe I should've been a scarecrow, then I wouldn't have a brain
Cause if my head was empty, you wouldn't drive me so insane
You wouldn't make me feel so crazy with the hurtful things you say
I couldn't think that it was my fault even when you went away
Perhaps one day I'll seek the wizard and he will tell me where to find
Happiness inside my heart and sanity within my mind
I'll follow the yellow brick road back to the place I fell apart
Maybe I can find the courage to pick up the peices of my broken heart
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