This is so me,
despite the number of times you stab me,
am still trapped in your hands.
I just realized that am your puppet.
With the strings entangled in your cruel fingers,
you are playing with me.
I never realized I was with the fire,
but what\'s the use, after I am in ashes.
My skin is on fire; I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
Aren\'t you satisfied yet?
How many days am I going to play along?
Let me be me, cause I feel crumbling inside,
inside this deep well, with endless end.
With mighty courage, I crawled out.
But again you are asking me to be yours.
\"How do I trust, how do I trust you again?\",
my brain awakes the shit inside of me,
but here I am, still letting my fingers,
inside your cold and fearful threads.
In the end, \"This is so me...\"