If life is just a messed up series of eventsThen darling, I am a master puppeteerPlaying along with bad decisions,Wrong mixes of alcoholAnd cold-hearted peopleWho should have never ever seenA single tear rolling down my face.A strong shot of sincerityStrikes my whole body just nowAs I see myself being worseThan I’ve been beforeWhile I have moreThingsAnd less feelingsUngratefulStill deeply hurtA wounded soldierWho loves solitude and wineGets lost in the natureAnd talks to the moon every nightMe – in a nutshellAfraid of death but sort of waiting itLoving everyone else but not herselfWake up!… The voice inside my head yellsBut am I?AwakenOr just barely alive?