Bucoda - Resting Into Pieces Lyrics

Tear my conscience, I was born to isolate
Saw the pattern, gave it justice for awhile
Come to senses, pull the rug out underneath
Fear of trusting, put together my demise

I don't want to be your puppet
I would rather die without it
You can't meet me in the middle
I am resting into pieces

Fill my shadow, bury what you've given up
Trust your instincts, feel a headache on the way
Take me barren, I was never growing out
Soft in motion, I could see your self destruction

I don't want to be your puppet
I would rather die without it
You can't meet me in the middle
I am resting into pieces