Puppeteer

you go on and say the things 

you know I wanna hear 

pull the strings on me

my vile puppeteer 

 

I've been controlled for so long

what am I doing here?

never thought I'd go back to 

the show of wood and fear 

you set the strings ablaze 

as I reach for the shears 

your curtains have closed 

your in denial, puppeteer 

 

Rather sever now 

than be controlled all through the years 

no more play things for  

a mean, old puppeteer