The Finish of Me

It resembles I am stuck in time like I am on a manikin strings

I can't hear the birds performing voices

I surmise this is it as I compose my final words

I will presently don't need to endure my life's remorseless torture

My life is by all accounts slamming somewhere near the second

Nobody close by

Nobody at any point realizes I cry

Everybody believes i'm so intense however I just never let nobody see me cry

I feel so vacant that it harms to such an extent

I'd prefer feel torment then nothing by any means

I take cover behind a grin in my face

Trusting somebody would really see at me and see

I'm lost in a daily existence called reality

Since it is the finish of me