To you I was predictable, cause your name is Geppeto
You noticed the change, and now I'm dancing with the devil
Inspired by THC and the antonym of comfort
To be real or artificial, what path to choose?
I'm scared of being real cause I got a lot to lose
And you live for happiness, I live to see pain
I swore things would be different, but I'm the only thing that changed
I swore this was everything that I had been dreaming about
No more control over me, just me, myself, and I to care about
Which leaves me sitting in darkness making sense of all the visions
And now I'm riddled with regret and there's no one willing to listen
Do I choose to be constructed of wood or live as Ian Moone
"But Eric, you're still a real boy, you can decide on your own"
But that's what's wrong with me now, I'm tired of being so alone
I got three personas and no place to call home
A wanna-be puppet, poet, and a petrified soul
Someone tell Gepetto I want to go home
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