Everything is an accident.

My life is based on lies,

that I'm struggling to live.

I feel so out of touch,

with the rest of the world.

I fake a smile and play along,

pretend I'm in control of my life.

When honestly I control nothing,

I'm a puppet on many strings.

Controlled by no one in particular,

just passed around like a toy.

Made to do this and made to do that,

I tire of these games played with my life.

I yearn to control my destiny,

but I can't grasp the strings.

They're too far for me to reach.

I'm searching for a shortcut,

a way to the puppet masters.

But so far I haven't found,

even a hint of the path.

I'm wandering alone in the dark,

stumbling through this endless night.

I sense a cliff nearby,

I'm getting closer every minute.

And once I fall over the edge,

I won't be able to find my way back up.

I'll wander forever in the freezing darkness,

alone and afraid to cry out for you.

I fear looking weak in your eyes,

so I'll pretend to be strong and unafraid.

Act as if I'm the puppet master of my life,

and secretly continue searching for the path.