My memory bleeds as I recall
The hollow nights that felt like this,
We fabricate our love and fall,
Then simply cry and reminisce.
We surrender and accept our chains,
Our confessions prove premature.
We were just meant to entertain
while they searched hearts for a cure.
We're left; a claustrophobic mess,
With a sea of faces drowning our minds.
Their heartless studies will progress,
And we'll be the rats they left behind.