I feel someone controls me,
Just a harmless thought but it is bothersome,
I feel someone controls me,
Just a harmless thought but it is bothersome,
What if there is a person pulling me by their fingers,
And I am just a puppet pulled by the strings,
People say I wonder about it,
Because I do not have real problems,
So I imagine new ones to fill my emptiness,
Maybe it is true that I do not have any sadness,
But they too can be controlled by others,
To confuse me and my theory on my reality,
Which might just be an entertainment for others,
Maybe I am thinking too much into it,
Or my creator wants me to break the fourth wall,
Whatever it means, now am just hallucinating,
Imagining new gods and worlds, I seek my maker,
Drifting alone in space, I hear people calling my name,
I wake up in my friend’s car, road trips sure are fun.