Have you seen my old self?

I think I must have lost her

I wonder if I cost her

Her life?

Have you seen my second self?

She seems to grow younger

More delicate then ever

But never better

I am recycled cells

I learn to like myself

More with each iteration

Where is my restore point?

I found an old sore point

All disjointed

My file corrupted

Where is my replacement part?

I need another new heart

The other ones beat was interrupted

I am recycled cells

I learn to like myself

More with each iteration

I’m an experiment

Each trial is a test

Constant re-calibration