The pin the poke,
It swallows me whole;
It was me it stayed with,
I took the fall, just happy it was me and not us all;
If only you'd let me free from all the pain and torment,
It's killing me,
The pain is deep, its deep inside;
For only me to see and for me to hide;
All the hell and mental torture put my life on pause,
I still sit here today without a feeling of cause;
'Stop it you sound dumb'
Plays over and over;
I want to feel numb, not to be sober.
I am my mind's own mental slave, this I will take with me to my grave.
Can't quit thinking of all the games you played.
The pin the poke, the blood rushing in;
I no longer feel like I've lived in such sin, such evil and strife;
I no longer feel like I lived that life.
The pin the poke it swallowed it all;
I no longer stayed curled up in that ball.
In the ball of pain, of torture, and state of confusion;
My life once lived was all a delusion.
I broke free from the evil,
I broke free from the pain,
I have broken free from the shackles and all of the shame.
I am still me but no longer the same;
And this is only my life story or was is it your game?
S.Kajdan