I was in my usual state
Sitting, staring, waiting for fate
Night comes and so is my crate
Another poisonous apple I ate

I know I have a choice
But I cannot escape
The Illusion I have
No one can even relate

Nor cannot be destroy
It's like he has a ploy
Making me play and enjoy
But treating me like a toy

Feeding me with lies
Every time he advice
Making me think twice
Thorn between two sides

What we see is not always the truth
We have to gather some proof
To see what can be unfold
And to hear what can be exposed