Strings

by Sara   May 15, 2006


Strings attached to all my limbs
Freyed, torn, tattered hems
Im just your puppet on your ropes
No control, no soul, no hopes
Only eyes that see your flaws
See behind your unjustice laws
Im too small to fight back
Cant fight the strength I lack
Im just one not all
A set destiny to break and fall
I need help to get away
I wont survive if I stay
You snap your fingers and I obey
I do what Im told and still I pay

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