My Life

Your honor is painted black by the ways of this world
Your faith is plagued with faithless men’s words
Your time has come to stand up without the strings
To stand up in this ditch full of earthly things 

You puppet, You fool
You walk down the road of lost dreams expecting to be found
You pitiful used tool
You float down the river of hope expecting not to drown 

When everything goes cold, When the world dies
Will you be at the bottom of the pile of lost souls?
I just have one question to ask before you take that bottle, Why?
You’ve seen the curtain of death, You’ve seen the plagued stoles
You’ve seen the broken bottles and the open pills
The trails of depression laid only with the single thought of hope
The hope that’s never there, The honor that’s never held
The pain always felt, The confusion that makes the world tilt
Take a look around, Look at the fake smiles, Look at the leader’s strings
Are you a puppet, Or are you the one to make a difference?