If you ask me to kill a soul, I would
If you ask me to rip my heart out, I will
For I am your puppet, futile yet compelling.
If you ask me to kill myself, believe me I'm trying
If you ask me to do it faster, believe me I strive for it
For I am suicidal and not ashamed of it
For I am deadly and proud of it.
I am a ticking bomb, ready for you
To end it or to start over
Either one will satisfy me, perhaps.
I am a dying soul,
Use me to end me,
Use me to fulfill your desire.
I gave up.
I gave up on you,
I gave up on everyone
But most importantly,
I'm emotionally unstable to be this tired from the facade world.
