Fading hope, shattered dreams Doubt is killing - so it seems Tangled up in sadness Losing grip in my own madness
Day by day, slowly dying Behind smiles I am hiding Walking with the laughing clowns But in my hart a million frowns
Now I know I'm dying slow... Now I know I'm letting go
Misjudging... Its not a simple thing. Fading hope, shattered dreams Love is overrated - so it seems
Living like a prisoner In a world so free But why can't you just let ME be?! - and now your the winner???
Can't you see my bloody wrists I guess that's just another thing you missed Did you see my darkened face - see that was just another trace
Cause you're not as perfect as you think So thanks, I'll struggle with my own red ink You can look into my dead blue eyes But what you'll see is a socially except able disguise....
Little puppets on a string Make them laugh or make them sing Make them believe or make them obey Make them steal or make them betray
Whatever you say they will do this poor little puppets you keep on a string Look at it closer, watch it breath... This sad face staring back, is in fact a living thing
You're not a ventriloquist, their not a doll Don't choose the path for them that they should stroll You must let go of the control on their hands Don't make your puppet stay on your dry lands
Don't try'n comfort them with hollow lies Or you'd be the one to listen to midnight cries Stop try'n rescue them if their doing good, They'll soon find out and feed you as dog food
They can't say - or you'd make them believe their gonna be trapped in hell Truth is this unhappy, sorrow little dummy Is already trapped in tangled strings Wishing they could fly and spread their wings
Take a little time and watch your sad puppet attached to this un escaping strings, Rinse the make up, erase the dirt, Look into the 'wooden creatures' locked up eyes And see that their broken deep down and hurt
Unreliable problems hold me No secrets haunt me But the world had told me That you had to hurt tremendously Before you could be classified as free Armed with the mindset of a troubled child I could sound negative when I'm dreaming of something wild
Crawling fingers Feeling around in the dark Making the empty spot lingers A bigger mark...
Touching deeper than only my soul, Burning the reminder in with a very hot coal. Want to scream But my voice is gone it seem
Drugged into this empty world I lay in my corned up and curled Faceless figures walk by And look at me in envy...
But they don't know the damage I've been dealt with People think its only a myth
So I keep my mouth shut And go on with my cut Ill struggle alone Cause I'm done
And I quit!!
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