You control the strings attached to my body
One part love the other parts tragedy
Tell me you're sorry
Tell me it was all just a fantasy
Because believe me, I'd believe you

You are the puppeteer
I am the puppet
You make me an illusion of life
Operated by strings, rods, wires
Manipulated into what you want me to be

But what you fail to realize
Is that I am not just an inanimate object
That can be pulled this way and that
To play a small role in the scenes of your life

I am the director of my own choices
I am the filmmaker guiding every scene of my life
I don't know where I'm going
But I know I'm going somewhere
Without you

But somehow my strings are still attached to your hands
My choices are manipulated by your screenplay
My actions are a result of your choices
We are connected like puppeteer to puppet

But even if I were to cut every string off
Left free from your influence
You could still get to me
Because it's not only the strings you controlled
It was my heart