the world’s closing around me

the future, I cannot see

I’ve been blinded by love

and lost my dignity

every day is a hell all the same

an act on stage for everyone to see

inside I cry, a painful plea to die

I’m already dead

just a walking corpse, a puppet on stage

for the world’s entertainment

my strings pulled by a man in the past

only I can cut them

and set myself free at last

I know my mom will be hurt

but I’ve been holding on for too long

my future’s so dim

my past riddled with fear

finally, death is near

suicide’s not a crime

when you’re already dead

my body will remain

like a recycled play

Shakespeare, year’s ahead

comedy is what I see inside

my story’s been played out

but an entire year ago

I had already died