We're Not Orphans Lyrics - Gatsby's American Dream

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.