You Made Me

Just a kid without a soul to sell Like a taboo with no mental health The only way out is through seclusion Still a question of what I did to you Still a question of what you're trying to prove The only way out is through seclusion Still he doesn't escape the vacillation As he walks through hallways of the grade Finds himself within appeal of the grave The only way out is through seclusion Back to his home to get away Back to the drawing board he stays The only way out is through seclusion Still he doesn't escape the vacillation Look what you did You killed him Look what you did You killed him Look what you did You killed him Look what you did You made me Shape me, mold me Am I crazy Don't let me pretend I'm not what I Wish to be Until I am dead Please tell Cooley All his mirrors Only veil my eyes Paint the blurry Image clearer If I don't comply Look what you did You killed him Look what you did You killed him Look what you did You killed him Look what you did You made me