No one sees the real me
No one cares for what I want
Just expects me to be their hero
They put me on a pedestal
Expecting me to fall
No caring if I die in battle
Just as long the job is done
Blood red eyes glare at me
Along a pointing wand
No one stands by my side
As no one care if I die
My path was chosen from the start
I have no say in my life
I am just a weapon
To use then throw away
No one to stand by my side
As I lay here dieing
Pain, death, heart ache, abuse
That's what my chosen world is
I need to get of this path
And forge my own fate
Leave behind those sheep's and skull wearing guys
And live my life the way I choose.