Letra We're Not Orphans de Gatsbys American Dream original

Artificial,
Prosthetic hands,
Sympathetic, but I'll put and end to this.
(ooo...)
Can't keep fighting, do I have to keep fighting?

Stop breathing.
Stop breathing.

It's not the same,
It's not the same,
'cause I was just a kid, dad--Ohho-ohho...

It does not do to dwell on dreams.
Acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go.
(When you chase the ghost of things that could have been,
Like a father who was never there.)
The ghosts of things that could have been,
Like the father who was never there at all,
At all.

(I was a boy
Now I'm a plane,
But I can't keep this holding pattern anymore.)