I stood on the ledge
In silence and fear
For the evil in disguise
Has driven me here
Controlling strings
Express the puppet in me
Pulling me towards
Endless pain you see
Draining magic from life
From everything around
Slowly pulling life to death
Dropping high spirits to ground
Believing to leave is best
Begin the walk into the light
Step by step, closer and closer
But one step back, to live another night
About the Creator
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