I'm living in a childish game, I'm like a puppet without a name. Soon your gonna pull my strings, then the magic show begins.
Take a seat one and all, see me about to crumble & fall. my hands and feet are on display. Doing at will, at your dismay.
Taunting and probing me, Confusing my mental capacity.
Controlling my every move. Setting bars that I cannot elude.
Trying to conceal & break free. This turmoil is slowly poisining me.
The system try's to break me down, changed my smile to a frown.
Working hard everyday, the stress of life won't let me play.
When will this madness end. Will it be when life ends....