is this how my life was supposed to go

succumbing to you
in this pursuit of happiness
where I don't move the strings

nothing to hide behind

I just keep walking
spikes piercing my skin
I just keep bleeding

will you, only ever be there for me

in your porcelain mask
or will your fingers dance
above all those masts

with no life in my eyes

I dance with you
asking myself
is this what I deserve
or is it really what I desire

maybe I'll break that pact

when the curtains finally fall
with the master of the act
that plays me very well