Never thought I'd find this place,
a place I feel I can call home,
A place I feel wanted.
But what would happen
if the feeling were to go away,
everything I felt, I questioned...
It's happening at every moment.
Before I sleep, I question it all,
unfortunately not in an optimistic way.
I feel entrapped by everyone,
A puppet to foreign masters.
One after another eliminated,
only to pull my strings, mask me in their ways.
They scar me slowly.
Tears fall when they don't know.
I feel as if I need to be happy around everyone...
If I show I want to breakdown,
I want to just start a new,
If I were to show the masters,
they'd beat me.
Not physically, no.
They don't Care, show no sympathy when you're in pain. No comfort for a heartless brain.
Why show something when they only show themselves.
Well no more nice puppet,
Get anything, try anything.
My strings are breaking,
no more puppet.
Only a girl with pain filled eyes,
eyes no one else sees cries.
Because no matter how hard she tries she will always be,
A puppet to foreign masters
