whats the point in playing, a game I’ll lose
but I, never got to chose
there’s only so far, I could bend
before, my sanity, came to an end
.
I wonder, if I’m worth the fight
and will it all, end up alright
.
I’ve lost myself, one too many times
and that’s the least, of my crimes
I live in lies, creating false perfection
and it goes on, without detection
most, can’t see me, at all
because, I’m a constant, rise and fall
.
a girl, with poison hands
burning everything, and I don’t understand
leaving, a trial of dark, behind
maybe, I should have, them tied
.
I just want, to be worth the fight
for everything, to end up alright