The fuckery never seems to end.
I can’t fix myself because none of the versions of me are on the mend.
So is this part of their master plan?
Everything is always my fault but this should never happen to anyone again.
What’s left in time? I’m in need of a way out.
Everything’s deceiving and there’s way too much doubt.
So as I hope to find a way out of this labrynth of a maze,
I’ll hope they stop hiding behind versions of me because I’m going insane.