Death's World Is Not Unlike Our World

When i wanted to give up life
He suddenly appeared
Told me to trust him
To give him my soul

I did in a blink of an eye
Thought he was there to help me
But how wrong i was
For he was just there to control me

He turned me into a puppet
At his selfish control
I was just a dummy to him
A toy that would soon be boring

I now regret my decision
Of giving away my soul-my life
But still...i think it was better than living
That stupid, boring life

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Every few days he comes
Plays with my and makes me laugh
Sometimes he even hugs me
And tells me that he loves me

Maybe thats why i'm still here
Haven't become a complete doll
Because of that one person
That person who keeps me whole

I just found out today
Who that person was
He was the son of death
And the price of my heart

He came to me a few days later
Told me it was time for us to part
Said that his father didn't approve
Of him seeing another guy

What a laugh
What a big stupid laugh
Again i was reminded of my old life
Such a stereotypical strife

It seems no matter where i go
I cannot escape the fact
That everything around me
Is controlled by others thoughts
By what others call ecceptable