January 15, 2010
You try to control me like a
puppet on strings
But what you don’t get is all of
These broken things
You think I’m held together by
Super glue
You think I wont fall no matter
what you do
How on earth would you control
your puppet
When you didn’t use strings
to support it
When I say that I
Feel alone
The truth is that I’m on
my own
You don’t like it when I
express myself
All I want to be is be
by myself
This puppet cut your
Imaginary strings
You will never control me with
Your silly themes

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