A Script for Direction

Hey there, Doc, I've a favor to ask,

Are you able to fix a broken mask?

For this way that I'm feeling, I'm not so tough,

With my walls torn down, they'll see my bluff.

And all is gone, to protect me now

So I need this mask and I need it now.

Can you help,  Mr. medicine man?

You're my only hope, and you're better than,

Sulking in sorrow, such a pitiful tune,

Though tippin' back bottles sure seems a boon.

Can you write me a script, for the depths of this pain,

Seal off the roots for which my heart blames,

The endless folly, I've carted around

and stomped my dreams into the ground.

There's nothing left for he and I.

This was the last of many tries,

So I need you to mend this broken heart,

provide some direction, to where should I start?

and help me to see, this result unchanged,

Before I fall, through a port, deranged.

For I'm feeling crazy, Mr. Medicine man,

Please write me a script in my healing plan

Repair my mask, would be a start

I do believe,  to mend my heart!