Your eyes make me weak,
and easily possessed.
My actions and words are easily controlled
and interfered like a marionette.
I find myself doing things I don't want to do.
Every independent part of my mind is being toyed with.
It is becoming entwined with your mind and they become one.
You take over me.
And I am possessed.
Is this what you want?
Do I have your approval?
Oh, how I strive for your approval.
Even more, how I strive for that smile.
Whatever I have to say,
I'll say it.
I'll ignore my own emotions as I put every effort
in my weak, open body
just to spread that smile across that face.
That face of an angel.
To make you like me.
To make you love me.
Tell me what to do,
my master,
tell me what to say.
I aim for your acceptance and feed from your demands
Like a tiger,
feeding from a poisoned carcass.
Your eyes make me weak and easily possessed.
I beg you to control me like a marionette.
