You are my puppet master,
You control me.
Every thought,
Every movement
Is directed by your hands.
You've got me on a string,
You pull me closer,
You pull at my heart.
I'm not free,
I'm just a toy to you.
I'm just waiting for someone
To come and cut me free from you.
Like Pinnochio,
No strings,
Not a toy.
With no cruel master.
I don't want you to be
My puppet master anymore.
