There's no illusion in my mind
You sing of love and happiness
But your words are black and twisted
It's always fun to hear the rock singers
Scream and yell of their sadness, their misery
But compared to me they're nothing
Just little puppets with their strings being pulled
You're pulling my strings again, here come the tears
When are you gonna stop?
When are you gonna turn away?
Yeah, I know it looks good when you're looking down
Take my place, take my spot
Take my ride to hell for me
Just dont forget to send a postcard, tell me how it was
Did ya like it?
No? What a shame! Huh, and that's what I live with
But anyways, have a nice day
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