I'm looking over my errors

With terror

For things that has been

Message send

Another regret

And yet

I find

The connection that doesn't mind

Paying attention to the sign

Health in decline

I just have to escape

Before it gets too late

Spend another day

Looking at sins I have to pay

A world


Looking so clean

Following the notes

Of those who can gloat

Handing me the next line

Treating me so kind

As long as I follow the script

Hit for hit

Read this, no, this is it.

Bit by bit

Hoping I'll lock in click

So sick

And Tired

Feeling like puppet wired

Time to cut strings.