The man who took my essence

The facade you hold is so strong i sometimes wonder if you believe it yourself  

You hide your emotions under aggression its like you use gold chains to tie the real you down

The same you pinned me down with I've seen right through it your vounablity dont worry others don't you always know how to chain down the truth like a puppeteer tricking and playing all these girls hen you know you're the puppet or maybe you dont beuce you prefer not to see maybe by during the strings gold o giving it a name brand it'll make it okay or maybe i'm just stupid maybe you're really just a fucking ass hole and my brain is trying justifie you because maybe i'm just still one of your puppets pulling me in when wanted dragging yourself into my mind maybe we're all wrong  maybe the spot was your safe haven and my hell