No inspiration or motivation.
Only frustration and starvation.
I’m disintegrated, they pulled me way to far!
I’m your puppet that cries at night,
I’m their doll that is way too nice.
If the only thing that crosses my mind is to die,
what’s keeping me alive?
Found myself in a place so dark,
I don’t know what life tastes like.
Maybe I never knew,
I keep coming back here once more.
When tears fall
Words are hard to come out.
They talk between themselves,
They don’t le-le-let me th-think…
It’s been a long time.
I have wo-work to do.
But I haven’t cried much,
only at night when it’s silent and such.