Am I in control?
Or does the world control me?
Would anyone believe me if I said Im no longer in control myself? Or am I lying to myself saying words leave my lips without my permission?
What do you think, foreigner?
Is my life truly mine?
My lips under my control, my legs moving on my will, my hands gripping what I order them to?
Because if im truly in control... why do I push people away with cruel words?
Why do my feet run away from anything good?
Why do my hands grip my pain as if it was the most valuable thing to them?
Why would I ruin myself?
How can I willingly walk to the gates of hell as if I desserved to be there?
Do I? Desserve to be there.
If I'm in control, this doesnt make sense.
Tell me friend, are we in control?
Are we breaking ourselves instead of pieceing together?
But the problem is, I know the awnser.
I am in control.
So are you.
So lets stop tearing down, and lets start building.
If we can.
