Anything you want from me I'll give
To escape reality I'll live
Taking a simple gift, knowing I'm meant for this
But I can barely stand
Which one is broken?
The people or the soul?
Which one do I blame?
Who's the one in control?
Which one is broken?
The people or the soul?
Which one is, truly, in control?
I'm only faulty on my own
I'm only a person when I'm in control
Do I share it?
The reason?
The way I'm like this?
Will they even say that they care?
Enough to show me a lie?