Living my life as a puppet.
Why does the despicable happen? Why do they love it?
If only I could fix all of my mistakes.
Maybe then I’d be free instead of being locked in a cage.
If only I could fix things and change fate.
But the puppeteers forced me to make such grave mistakes.
Is there a way to fix any of this?
I need to figure out how to fix it because no one should have to live with any of this ****.

Conniving people with deceitful eyes altering my fate.
I’m lost and I don’t know who I am, how will I ever escape?
The serpents are machinating an orchestrated plan.
Why the **** do I care so much? And where is it that I stand?
So as I try to figure out this utterly hell bound plan,
I keep trying to move forward, as I try to deal with this hand.

My mind trails to the depths of all of these problems.
I try so hard but the masquerade makes it impossible to solve them.
What’s with this disorder?
Why isn’t there any order?
It’s subliminally petty torture.
And I’m just locked in a corner.

Why so much stress?
I’m past being a wreck.
Too much mindless games,
But somehow I’m still sane.
How do I pick my self off of the ground?
There’s too much petty torture and I can’t get used to the sound.
Is there any hope for my fate?
I’ll try to escape.
But I feel like a slave.
It’s the little things I crave.

Can’t escape being toyed with.
Why is everything in such remiss?
Will I ever feel bliss?
Everything is coming together and falling apart I can’t live like this.
So how do I get past these burdens they keep throwing my way?
It doesn’t make it easy when no one ever stays.
How can you live a life alone with only the bottle and these words?
I don’t know why but somehow it doesn’t really hurt.
I guess I need to find a little more self worth.
Before things get worse and I’m dragged in the dirt.

Come find me in my dreams,
Cause my life is falling apart at the seams.
And I still can’t figure out what all of this means.
I’m tired of only having nightmares,
But I’m left wondering why I’m not scared.
I want to live, and not be stuck in this shell.
I try to get past this but I still dwell.
I guess I’m just bored of the mundane,
And tired of the fact that no one ever stays.

As things keep unfolding I’m not liking my fate.
Why can’t all of this just be a mistake?
I’m struggling to find the beauty in life.
Only holding onto negativity and strife.
What would it take to gain what I lack?
I’m no longer myself and it’s everything that I lack.
What is it like to love yourself whole?
Enemies everywhere and I’m stuck paying the toll.
I used to ache to love the way I needed to be loved.
Now I’m emotionless and mostly numb.
**** what I would give to get myself back.
But hell knows that’s no easy task.
So as I try to be the best version of me,
I’ll try to focus less on the pettiness happening all around me.