Sometimes you lose yourself,
To someone,
Empty out,
And it's all for nothing.
That person gets hold of the strings,
Becomes the oblivious ventriloquist,
Playing with you ignorantly,
And you can't escape it.
Now this person is smart,
But doesn't know it,
Plays with your heart,
Has impeccable talent,
Does all this effortlessly,
But you just can't break free.
You let this person in,
And get locked in,
Makes you seem naive,
But then again,
You must be,
You're the one that opened the door.
And I'll spam this if I must,
To save all your hearts,
It's all an illusion,
You'll be stolen from,
Your light will be taken,
Leaving one fatal thing,
*...
It's all false hope, isn't it?
