[ Featuring Exhale ]
Why can't you cut your f*cking strings
To think I once called you my friend
Just for it to come to our end
I never stopped doing what I could for you
Thank F*cking god this is through
I will not wait for the day
You finally find your way
The only thing I could possibly say
Is I hope you slit your throat when you cut your strings away
Sit around, do nothing
Only think about what you're f*cking
Brainwashed, obsessed
This is why you lost all your friends
I swear to god, dude, you let these people into your life
Investing into these relationships that ultimately lead nowhere
Letting their pain bleed into yours and compound
While they run off living off your suffering
And what the f*ck do we get in the end? Nothing
F*cking nothing
Nothing is ever good enough
Unless it's by what they expect
Ever-folding to their whims
Pathetic as a marionette
Strung up, Addicted
Remembering your times afflicted
F*ck
I will not wait for the day
You finally find your way
The only thing I could possibly say
Is I hope you slit their throat when you cut your strings away
And now I've found my own place
Away from your slow decay
At least I will never submit
And be a god forsaken puppet
I let you get away with so much
Too naive to realize I've been f*cked
Now I know, your true suffering
The only thing you'll ever be is a
Puppet
You think
You ran me out
I escaped
Your toxic roundabout
