puppet's life
I feel alone in this loud room
chaos is all around me
and it will drag me to my doom
they are so so happy, smiling
while I lay there dying
I've given up on it all
I can't fit, I'll just fall
see I was born to a deathtrap
I was born as a puppet to play
as I fake it all, complete crap
and I will just do as they say
I have been so many lives now
none of them being mine
I was only what they'd allow
becoming their shrine
.
I want to go back and change
want the courage many think I own
become myself and rearrange
and I wish my own pride could have shown
over their ignorant lessons
and ask my own questions
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