If the end all be all is to have died meaning something to the world
Then the world doesn't deserve me, as I meant something long before and long after I am gone

I just want one day were it's easy

The village did Drown
But you and the villagers had made way long ago
And I screamed into the night, letting the tears add to the flood that was caused by my own negligence of life (4)

Your patience grew thin, your internal power was prouder
And I reigned over smaller and smaller pieces, saying they would drown all the same
Drown of despair
Drown of pain
Drown of lost succession that never was tried for anyways

And yet I fought and fought
Saying that doom spelled our village
And a time would come when Id not exist on this earth (2)

Can a puppet pull its strings?
Can a song sing it's story?
I want to be all ill ever be here and now
So I don't have to learn when my life is wasted away
2 steps forward, but I want to go back. (4)

But is as so often asked, does a tree make noise when no one is there to see it?
What is my state of being when no one is around?
What am I to the world, if I try and contain that love and ideas for myself (3)

Am I existing only because I've been molded?
First from cells, than from a person's idealized version of me
Your perception of me is how I exist
A concoction of friends, lovers, family, and strangers (2)

I'm a cutting board,
I'm the blade
I'm the show on broadway
But I've exited backstage

Please don't worry, I've never existed
And the visibility in my eyes is not so great
Let us both wonder, if im a phantom pain,
Thats just about gone (2)

Please make me dance, oh how I long for the ball
Or please cut my strings, so I can be the husk I've always been
Snip
Snip
Snip
Or so the story goes. (3)

Maybe there was a point in which I tried to be different.
I wore expensive clothes.
I made expensive friends.
I carried expensive hobbies.
But towards it all, I still was your puppet (2)

So another day is here, and another day will go.
But maybe tommorows tommorow will forge me a path that gives me a meaning past, "i guess not today." (4)

I can't explain it, but I've made it my life's mission to acknowledge the hurt.
And to show that I might be possible of change if I can push past the wants of heaven itself. (3)

Why do the pills in my mouth not dissolve fast enough.
Why does the cold in the night not freeze my aching heart.
Why does the tears in my skin not bear the tired worn soul. (2)

Was I born burnt? Or too watered down?
The properties seem to never settle right.
Im a hazed imagine.
Im to blurry to see.
I have to look away before I'm gone in an instant.

GOD PLEASE LET ME GO
IVE STAYED TOO LONG

I turned right away, the cycle continues.