As you can see, when you look at me, I’m pieces of what I used to be. It’s easier when you don’t see me, standing on my own two feet. I’m taller when I sit here still, you ask are all my dreams fulfilled? They made me a heart of steel, the kind them bullets cannot see.. Nothing’s what it seems to be, I’m a replica, I’m a replica. Empty shell inside of me I’m not myself, I’m a replica of me…