No control of where I'm going

Stuck inside a set of pre-made options made for me

All alone in a cyclone

On and on

I guess I’ll never be able to think freely

I'm just a stepping stone to help you become what you need to be

Exhausted every dialog option

I feel I'm stuck on repeat

Options

I got I got I got no options

Oh god my fucking life’s got me feeling like an NPC

Like a side character to someone else’s story

I don’t feel real

I don't want to believe

I don't belong in this society

I exist to make you believe this is real

It's all 1 & 0's behind this spinning wheel

All alone with no one at home

I'm just alive when someone needs me to be

I've exhausted every last line

Again and again on repeat

Use me up until I'm spent

Use me until I fucking die and just a fiber of my withered fucking soul rots in peace

You abuse and use every person to gamify your life and get one up by treating the rest of us as your personal NPCs

What comes around goes around