I'm like a tin can,
You knocked me down and didn't even care to help me up,
So I layed there hurt and unsure what to do,
Until the wind came by and lifted me up,
My spirits a little aswell,
And now thanks to you all I have left are dents,
But don't worry I can still live with dents,
I'm just a bit worthless.
Trow me away,
Take away the lingering pain,
I don't care anymore,
Because I am a Dented Tin Can
And there's nothing I can help with now,
Execpt recyle me and give every a little bit of me,
And my pain,
I'm sorry if I do cause some,
Just trow me out somewhere,
Get rid of me already,
There is no use for this Dented Tin Can.