I've written so many words to explain how I feel about you, but I just end up tearing out the pages.
I can't seem to think straight 'cause you've burrowed your way inside.
I can't escape you intoxication web, no matter how hard I try.
Burrowing inside.
You never wanted me to be my own kind of person.
Constantly forcing me to agree to to a f*cking puppet of your ideal version.
No self esteem.
Not a scrap of self respect.
Just another number in a line of others that you wanted to collect.
So now it's time for me to finally reclaim what's mine.
Take control of my soul and repair the hole you left in the depths of my mind.
It's sickening to watch your puppet strings sinking in.
It's wearing thin and it's time for the ending to now begin.
When you're looking back at me, tell me what do you see?
Could you say you can see the real me, or just a shell of the man I used to be?
You wanted this to last forever, to keep me under lock and key.
Slowly drowning in your madness.
I might take you but it won't take me.
But it won't take me.
Burrowing inside.
Inside.