Makers End

I've made my decision Now it may not be fitting But at least I made a choice To freely speak my own voice To those who barely knew me Or knew who I used to be I can't exactly say That I care what you think If all you want is to see Is mistakes that come from me I'd rather disappear Than be puppeteered I feel like I've Said too much The words could never Mean enough A broken heart Left to mend Will soon become The makers end Despite my flawed design I made the most my life Even if at the end It meant my own demise If you want reminisce About my false existence You know you'll plague your mind With these ouroboros lies I feel like I've Said too much The words could never Mean enough A broken heart Left to mend Will soon become The makers end Beyond this reality I've claimed a finite space Lost in my own mind Long after you know I've died I feel like I've Said too much The words could never Mean enough A broken heart Left to mend Will soon become The makers end