Puppet of Life

You are the puppeteer of my life
you have made me what i am today

You have made me do so much
that i don't want to do

but everything is forced upon me
i cant move I'm a lifeless puppet

Who's mouth hangs open and eyes always looking down
I can never seem to do anything

Only when someone comes along and pulls me through
there is always a little tug at the beginning

My heart has many strings attached to it
Everyone likes to pull on them like i am a rag doll

But. . .everyone seems to drop me
every time i get so very high I'm dropped

So there i lie on the hard floor
Nothing but a puppet of life

Who's strings are bound to break sooner or later