I am imperfect for this world
And caught up in a fruitless game
That's never ending, back and forth
And once begun it hasn't changed
A world built on lies
And careless ambiguity
Now gone inside
Content now with no security
It's all less than what I believed
In stinging submission acknowledge deceit
What will I be?
I cannot see
Will I find peace?
Blistered, bled, battered, bruised
Do you have what it takes
To suffer these wounds?