Puppet

February 5, 2010
Running around, in this small room.
trapped in the sounds,
of my own echos. (Echos)
But somewhere inside of me.
I want to get out to be free.
But what if it happens again?
Don't wanna be a puppet.

I wanna be free,
not live in the choreography.
Of someone elses beat.
I wanna dance to my own.
Cause being controlled,
is like eating dirt.
I fall straight on my face,
When they're done with me.
Just like a puppet.

I know I have to leave.
But not anyime soon that I see.
I'll just wait till they're gone.
I stand to look out th e window.
and see them still there.
Not wanting to go out there,
for fear I can't grab hold of my own strings.

I wanna be free,
not live in the choreography.
Of someone elses beat.
I wanna dance to my own.
Cause being controlled,
is like eating dirt.
I fall straight on my face,
When they're done with me.
Just like a puppet.

I don't wanna go there.
I don't wanna be scared.
I'd rather die here in peace.
But I now I have to leave.
it's the only way.

Running around, in this small room.
trapped in the sounds
of my pain.

I gotta get out of here.
I gotta cut of my strings,
I'm gonna scream.

Mmm Hmmm,
I wanna be free.
I wanna dance to my own beat.
I'll walk out the door.
and I'm free. I'm free.

Got no more strings,
I'm so happy.

I'm free...





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Destiny said...
Mar. 7, 2010 at 11:26 am
i liked because i can relate to it i am now free
 
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