This is so me...

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..."