While you pick me apart day by day, and make sure there's no other way, I come to find there was never another page.
Because its a web of chaotic lies and your belligerent ways.
So why can't I pick out the seeds that you all planted?
This is a despicable mess and I'm the only one standing.
So what am I standing for?
A chance to escape.
But your greed filled ways and entitlement make it impossible to get away.
So while I hope that you all suffer worse, I'll wonder why life is a trap and it feels like only a curse.