Problem

The beer is rainin' from the sky as I'm paintin'
The beer cup of the company named rainin'
Is here to take me like I'm a mutt
Something I've been called but of course
Only 1 can see remorse for another person
The Golden that surrounds the cup is mold which has a paper towel
The beer is rainin' with trash as I'm mashin' potatoes
Potatoes are rolling away
I run with tomatoes in my hand
The red is all over my body
I then write down a name with lead, my meds don't work
Of course no body new at the time

Am I the problem?
Am I not the way
You want me?
Tied up with strings

Am I the problem
The person you see
Every time you want me
I'm Tied up with your strings

Maybe I I should
Just leave you alone
Darling you
Can't just be here oh
I'm just thinking

Am I the problem
The person you see
Every time you want me
I'm Tied up with your strings

I feel like
Maybe I am
The one tied up and
And I'm just a little puppet to you

It's time to untie my strings
And time to stop being a little doll
And start being... a little perfect world



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Alyatim
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