NPC

No control of where I'm going Stuck inside a set of pre-made options made for me All alone in a cyclone On and on I guess I’ll never be able to think freely I'm just a stepping stone to help you become what you need to be Exhausted every dialog option I feel I'm stuck on repeat Options I got I got I got no options Oh god my fucking life’s got me feeling like an NPC Like a side character to someone else’s story I don’t feel real I don't want to believe I don't belong in this society I exist to make you believe this is real It's all 1 & 0's behind this spinning wheel All alone with no one at home I'm just alive when someone needs me to be I've exhausted every last line Again and again on repeat Use me up until I'm spent Use me until I fucking die and just a fiber of my withered fucking soul rots in peace You abuse and use every person to gamify your life and get one up by treating the rest of us as your personal NPCs What comes around goes around