Here's Looking At You, Kid

Disassemble me. Put me back how I would rather be. And tear me apart. Start with my lungs and end with my heart. I never wanted to turn out like you did. But I guess I have no choice because I'm already there. I know that this is not right, and I know what has been said. So, here's looking at you, kid. This bogus sunrise shows what's in your eyes. Wait up, this will be enough I see how this resembles me. Man in the mirror. Help me see clear and if you have to. Well disassemble me.