hung

*Verse 1:* Her eyes stare coldly, lost in empty gazes, Lies told boldly, masked in subtle phrases. Time slips lonely, nothing left to tether, His actions and intentions no longer ride together. *Pre-Chorus:* And there's that puppet master, he loves to control, Our friend bends the knee, it’s taken a toll. Integrity sold, just to play his part, This twisted friendship born out of need from broken hearts . *Chorus:* You’re not invited to my birthday party, Letting others steer your life, it's all so sorry. played my emotions, smiles always stir Blurring the lines Ive worked to unblur Fake and shallow, echoes never deep, Strong bonds lost, the price you keep. *Verse 2:* Twistin' up his factions, leaving friends divided, Missin' true connections, ego's always guided. Shifting with the weather, causing endless friction, Drifting altogether, socionarcissistic affliction. . Back to the puppet master when things go south, His words are weapons, driven by his doubt. Craves validation, there’s no cure or amount, And as his Loyalty shifts, his bitch ass cries and pouts *Pre-Chorus:* He’s a puppet on strings, stop push play, Integrity’s lost, in the games he portrays. Other friends follow, in their shadow brigade, But we don’t care about those, we aren’t easily swayed. *Chorus:* *Verse 3:* Your brother’s gone silent, won’t take your call, Trust eroded, where’d they go? No one’s here at all. People see through you, see you’re poised for a fall, Hanging a generation away from ending it all. Unfaithful to all but your manipulative friend, Loyal to him, but to her you pretend. Talking to girls when you met your wife, Playing the field abroad, while your lies cut like knives *emotional Hook:* Only regrets I have are the secrets you hold us too, as you fake your way I’m incensed by the dissent you’ve created by not standing up- please leave, don’t stay. *Pre-Chorus:* He’s a puppet on strings, stop push play, Integrity’s lost, in the games he portrays. Other friends follow, in a shadow brigade, Better him and not us, an abusive serenade. *Chorus:* *Bridge:* Pity for the puppet in the master’s hand, Life’s a circus, hard to understand. We watch the downfall, grains of sand, Laugh, then cry, but here we stand.