I see myself, in the dark.
Like, on an empty street,
Well, its all in my head anyways.
These shadow people that haunt me
We’re all just what they make of us
The puppets to put in their shows

We take part in their tragedy’s
For their **** entertainment
To cure their selfish boredom.

And with wandering eyes, to find
The sun, we look toward the sky
But oh, the days are like an endless eclipse
Only darkness
Oh, and ourselves.
Reflected back in the puddles
Of muddy water, like the blood that runs through
The pipes of our veins
Seeing, only what we wish to see,
Living on the lonely streets of our mind.

-Taylor