They tell me to fight,
but there is no fight left.
Running from a battle that's has me out of breath.
Nothing to give,
no ammo to shoot,
nothing to say,
no words are left.
My mouth is dry, my throat burning with thirst,
My heart with the feeling as if it could burst.
I'm losing a battle that was never to be won,
I'm losing a battle, only to one.
You push, you pull, you follow me around.
Soon enough I'll get tired of this.
I'm not a puppet that you can play with.
I let you tug, I let you pull,
You're my puppet master, but you are cruel.
I'm losing this battle.