1When life is difficult or rough,
You seem to always be there.
To you I always open and give myself,
You don't judge me as I lay bare.
But do you really help me?
Do you really care?
I gaze at the on your face,
While your grin glares back unspeaking.
I see myself in your reflection,
Inviting me to play your song.
A song so beautiful and deadly
That leaves marks on all who play.
At the end of the day,
I realize I'm just a puppet in your play.
Dancing to your silent tune,
You leave me breathless and empty.
I try to live without you,
But you keep calling in your quiet way.
Oh, how I hate and long for you,
My evil and cold crutch.