Interior Thought Process

My head is mechancial,
Can't think straight when it rains
Pouring down hard,
leavin' rust stains on my brain
Never feel pain,
Can't even feel emotions
Like the tin man,
I need some magic potion
So we froze the ocean,
we then painted it green
How can we be sad,
when the world isn't seen
Use to be polluted,
till it was all the same and clean

It was the least we could do,
for a world so sad and blue.
Everyone gets sad and crys,
the earth does too.