Puppet

This is the sad girl
And her story of hate
Left dead in a curl
Condemn to this fate

She was like a puppet
She was obeying her masters
Which were all hypocrites
And there lies to her

She so offend used
One lie to the next
She longed to be loosed
Cut off from their text

They never listen to her
Not caring what happen
Neither her while they lure
Moved by their tapping

But the strings were cut
And after so very long
She just lied there shut
Shut by all the wrong

Left to die all alone
Not being able to move
No kindness was ever shown
After so long being used

She was a used puppet
Abused and thrown away
She was forced in it
By her master finger way

But now she lays dead
But its better than used
And through all the bloodshed
She found her freedoms truth