Death's Puppet

I looked your death in the eyes but I only saw myself I lit a candle in your memory it wasn't easy to extinguish the flame Halls of mirrors cast distorted reflections of what the truth is when you take out the lies A thousand fingers point in a thousand directions to all the things that I should have done My paranoia envelopes me I drown in my own thoughts and fears I'd like to cry, to weep, to sob to release this burden, but my emotion has withered dry We don't always know why we do what we do Some things just can't be explained So Is it ever really up to us or are we just puppets who dance on strings?