I move through life,
like a puppet on a string.
With no purpose at all;
that's what I can bring.
I want to be free,
but get pulled back.
I want to live
without getting verbally smacked.
A puppet;
falls into the trap.
Controlled by its master,
like a mistress with a leather strap.
I don't want to be the puppet!
I want my life!
I'm tired of pain,
and all this strife.
Something must be wrong?
For I can't control me.
I've been shackled in chains;
so much agony!
Why won't you help me?
Can't you see my pain?
Is it because you're too proper,
or like to leave me in vain?
If you really want to help;
unshackle the chains.
Lift me up;
so I can surely gain.
If you leave me alone;
I'll never forget,
but you'll be a puppet with me.
Something you'll always regret.
Cut me loose;
set me free.
So I can live in happiness,
and never flee.
I don't want to be a puppet;
controlled by a master.
Just to be myself,
and act faster.
So once I'm happy;
I'll never frown.
Because I'll run without question,
as the strings fall down. |
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