Beat to a bloody mess
Just give my body a rest
It’s under all this stress
Of trying to be the best

Lie down and relax
Close my eyes
Count one, two, three
Let my thoughts wonder free

Study my mind
Since my soul is hard to find
Trapped under all this pain
My life is nothing but a waste and shame

I’m nothing but a tool
Meant to sharpen the other knives in the drawer
I’m seen only when requested
To entertain when others bore

It doesn’t take much to ignore
My existence in life
Taken from me everything
Except my final breath

That I’ll save for her
When I ask Are you happy now?