this is for you (for you, ooh)
one who treats me as taboo, (why do you)
plant seeds in the wrong garden
the sprout’s already started
her garden of insanity, cursed me as her pawn, so very
draining, and i’m almost empty
torture’s not so temporary
searching for my puppeteer
she says look both ways till it’s all clear
longing to cross the road of fear and things
but i push to seize, and she pulls her strings
false hope never hurt us
but not even i can fake a prayer
*** god’s fake and you taught me that
if he was real he’d hand my freedom back
so watch me give up the ghost of a hallelujah
watch me surrender the soul you made a mess of
watch me cut the strings of the puppet you adored
give way to the hell that you swore
as i laugh with the hatred that helped me not to care anymore
i want me back, but i hate you more
this is for you
you’re so small, don’t know why i dwell
you think you’ll win? oh please
you’re in over your head, that’s why you fell
tangling you in my whims
getting lost in my own web of sins
why must guilt be this foreign?
forgot how to feel, detoxed of emotion
there’s beauty in such power
my words, your host of terror
you try so hard to keep your distance
so i visit when you least expect it
watch me give up the ghost of a hallelujah
ruin your soul, *** nobody taught me how to love
trap you in this garden of insanity
life’s never fair, so my gift to you is clarity
as i pull the strings of the puppet i adore
i want to find me, but i need you more
i need you more
the reflection in the mirror
smirks as i wipe my final tear
broken glass on the floor
i guess it was all in my head, a one person war
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 11:24 AM UTC