I don’t know when i will finally stop.
To resign everything I have.
To waive my white flag into the air, screaming & yelling defeat.
I’m tired. Exhausted.
Like those tires that are screwed tight into its joints.
I’m anxious, knowing every little step I do would jeopardize a number of things.
It’s like I’m tied down, moved around by strings.
Moving cohesively with the puppeteer.
I want to escape all this.
Escape the thing called reality.
For once, I want to live in my own fantasy.
So I need you to help me, to make it happen.
And I wouldn’t take NO for an answer.