Puppeteer from Torn by Argus

There's no room for me in your perfect world
I'm not your perfect boy but trust me I have learned
Of this mask you wear and your cold black eyes
The life designed for me is the life I fucking despise

I don't want to be like you
I don't want to walk in your shoes
I'll live how I want
And not the way you choose

There's no room for me
In you perfect world
I'm not your perfect boy
But trust me I have learned

I will never be enough for you no matter who I am no matter what I do
I will never fit in, I will never be loved, who I am will never be enough
I'm tired of trying to please, to fit this image, be something I don't believe
Realize your time is up, the power's gone, your fingers break, I won't sing your song

You think you're the puppeteer
So I'll cut the strings
You will have no control
I won't let you win

I'll close the curtains, I'll burn the stage
I'll sit and watch as you rot away

There's no room for me
In your perfect world

• Hardcore
• Metal
• Metalcore
• burnt
• melodic hardcore
• Michigan