I seem to always fall short of what I need
They love to take over, use and feed.
I overload on the unwanted,
And endure on the taunted.
I'm suffocating. I gave it all that I could give
With nothing, how do I live?
I'm standing on the bridge of disaster,
Set it on fire and make this pain end faster.
I'm just an object,
Another tool for your project.
I was never real,
They gave me nothing left to feel.
Or maybe too much misery,
But I don't need your sympathy, just love.
This will never happen,
But in the end we will see who is laughing.
