There isn't a way to repair what I tore
Regret creeps on me like waters on a shore
It's seeped through to my very core
Every breath is a battle, every movement a war
But now I know better than to invest in that lore
I don't depend on such happy lies anymore
Marionettes shouldn't be used as part of the decor
The strings have been cut and I can finally soar
Closer to this reality than ever before
I've evened the plank, leveled the score
It's a labor so lovely it isn't a chore
Finally I know what I'm fighting for
