#player 2

I came to do a job today,

Not here to laugh, not here to play,

It's serious, it's not a game,

I'm at your service, baby

You could push some people around here,

You could flex some muscle and thrive here,

But every time you're talking 'bout why you can't,

You bow down surrounded by your fears

You've been walking, you've been hiding,

And you look half dead half the time,

Monitoring you like machines do,

You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life

Tryna make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be,

I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine

And you say, "As long as I'm here

No one can hurt you,"

Don't wanna lie here

"But you can learn to."

I'm a machine (Should I pretend that you didn't exist?)

An emotional being (Should I act like you're somebody I miss?)

Since I was a teen (A velvet glove around an iron fist)

Cut my feelings off clean, clean (If you wanna survive, then ignorance is bliss)

When the storm cut you to the bone,

There was always shelter

'Cause I was born to destroy you,

fun lil bonus:

inspo

I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate every moment I am dissociated from the truth of how awful they are to me. I hate having hope and falling for my own delusion every single time. I wish the only thing I had to worry about was their ghost in my head instead of the current reality that I am not loved properly by the person who made me.