everything except himself

Well, pump me full of lead; I'll be an Iron Man.
Make it a heart; I'll be a lion.
Tear me to pieces for tryin',
But don't go blamin' me for dyin'
For all the things you been a-cryin'.
Gotta get my feet back on the ground and vyin'
For a place that's not so tryin'.
Whatever happened to livin', lovin', dyin'?
'cause loneliness is all I've been findin',
And loneliness ain't much of a finding.
I guess this ain't a happy ending,
More like a rough and awkward beginning.

Today’s just not my day. I guess the shower curtain didn’t like my poem because it fell and tried to take me with it.