Puppet
Rhymes and times, like a working clock never sets my empty
soul at ease, for once i would love to feel happiness's fresh breeze.
Instead of constant fog pounding through my head,
how could you look me in the eye and hold you'r filthy head high.
I guess I will never know why i was a puppet in you'r show,
Please, I beg of you just cut my strings free, I am dying here can't you see. Twisted strings all the same I will no longer be part of you'r shame.
soul at ease, for once i would love to feel happiness's fresh breeze.
Instead of constant fog pounding through my head,
how could you look me in the eye and hold you'r filthy head high.
I guess I will never know why i was a puppet in you'r show,
Please, I beg of you just cut my strings free, I am dying here can't you see. Twisted strings all the same I will no longer be part of you'r shame.
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