So what do I do now?
You still refuse to help
I love you
You tolerate me
My friends despise you
I ought to shut up
I chose this
To let you be the happy one
Oh, so noble of me
Why can't you help me
And don't pull that
"You have to want to help yourself" crap
It's all crap
Do you think you see me
When you look at me
You're really seeing a shell
I am inside, but I am not hiding
I show myself to you each time
And you imagine up a mask over my face
Does that prove you have an imagination
Or are you just blind
Yours was once just a mask
Now you hide behind a heavy cloak
What's next?
Do you lock yourself up
In a pine box six feet under
Just to get away from me
Why do you lock yourself in that shell
Why don't you get out more often
Why am I still sitting here talking to myself
Telling myself stories of what once was
Stabbing and poisoning myself
Souls bleed, but they never die
My sould weeps bitter tears
And reaches out for your hand
A cold and lifeless puppet sometimes
And why leave the safety
Go ahead, remain safe
Remain a puppet in a world of puppets
I don't claim to pull the strings
I am the strings
I'm trying not to tangle
When the strings are cut, I become the audience
What happens to you, lifeless pile of wood on the stage
You don't join me in the crowd, though I save you a seat
The shell cracks, the freed bird flies away
I will trust the wind
To lift me up, and to retrieve you when you're lost
To carry us both up into the night
It ends, it begins
And the wind and the night agree in a whisper
We Are
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