Write Me a Script, Mr. Medicine Man

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
I need this mask and I need it now
So will 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 chased 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.

So will you help, Mr. Medicine man,
Just write my script in my healing plan
Repair my mask, would be a start
I do believe to fix my heart