The broken game
Never thought I’d be this broken,
Feel like a machine that don't accept no more tokens,
I'm just standing here abandoned without any motive,
Because you’re the only thing that made me feel devoted,
Now people pass by cos I can't meet my purpose,
I’m not who I was when you were by my side: you weren't a surplus,
I didn't try to keep you around for my sole pleasure,
You brought about a side of me that even I would treasure,
But the way you left me alone and hanging,
The glass of the machine that I’ve become is just banging,
Like a prisoner in my own game the irony would be amusing,
If I wasn't so depressed and the tears weren't oozing,
Behind the robotic mask of impassive emotion,
The wheels of steel behind the machine are stuck frozen in motion
I'm lost in a world of inanimation
Watching the people look at me without digintation
My palms are spread against the glass, eyes wild
Remembering all the times when I acted like a fool's child
Consumed by love that was not mutual
I would've kept myself in denial if I knew telling you was futile
I know it’s stupid to be broken over something that never happened
But in my minds eyes nothing could've made our future blackened
Cos I don’t think you can even begin to understand
How it makes me feel now that you’re not in my hands
You’re like a missing piece in my composition
The brush to my paint, the key in my ignition
Now people are knocking against the glass in frustration
But I can’t understand a word, are they speaking Thracian?
I’m in a world of my own, lost completely in darkness
All I can see is the reflection of my eyes in utter starkness
I can’t recognize the glazed pupils looking back at me
The eyes that once looked into yours with a gleam
It’s like I’m a machine, let me tell you how
An object stoic in expression, waiting for the stow
Into the dump, the trash, or wherever broken things reach
At their life's end when they no longer can even screech
After all a machine that can no longer work
Is left for dead because who cares where it lurks
The people carry on knocking on the glass
I’m not giving them what they want, so they give me the pass
Walk right away with a roll of their eyes
Because who cares about something that doesn't reply
In a way that you want it to or way that you need
Because who isn't out for themselves, consumed with utter greed?
I’m still behind the glass, the surface misting with every breath
Watching how each moment takes me further and further away from the rest
Away from you and myself' and my dreams
The way I held you in my thoughts is drifting like a ripple on a stream
Losing who I am along with what I was before
I might’ve been a fool but at least I wasn't living sour
Then the time after when I harboured a temper too quick
A little push or a playful nick Would’ve brought on narrowed eyes, a muttered curse,
A fiery explosive inside that threatened to burst
What I am now is neither of the two
Calling me a machine isn't literally true
But it may as well be because if I’m not
I’m stuck in a world without even a label I got
Being a machine, I'm stoic in feeling
Show me emotion; know that I’m inwardly reeling
Away from you if you think I care
Because I got no love for no one but the thing over there
Walking away without a glance back
So keep your emotions by your side in a stack
Because a machine that's broken
Doesn’t accept any tokens