Life is getting weirder, day by day,
Like I’m a stranger drifting further away.
I'm forgetting my own way,
Memories fade like echoes in grey.
Is there not any throne to claim,
Or am I just a pawn in someone else’s game?
What's this situation — and who's to blame?
Neither happy, nor completely sad,
Some days I smile… but most days, I'm just a little mad.
Everything is mixed up, a mess in my head,
Dreams unfinished, and words left unsaid.
They call me mad,
But it’s just the pain I’ve quietly had.
I'm still not someone you can tame —
A wildfire soul, too stubborn for shame.
What's this situation — and who's to blame?
They try to manipulate me, bend my will,
Turn my silence into something to kill.
Even worse, they irritate me,
Whispering things that deflate me.
Can you please stop playing this game?
I’m not your puppet, I’m not your shame.
What's this situation — and who's to blame?
Is this the fight between I and me,
The war I wage silently, endlessly?
Or maybe… I just wanna be free,
To scream, to breathe, to simply be me.
Though I don't have someone to understand it,
Still I write, still I stand in it.
Either I'll lose, or have things to claim,
Even if all I own is my name.
What's this situation — and who's to blame?
