The Puppet Strings

I’m the puppet you’re the master

Push me down, pull me apart

I’ll do ever whatever, push me harder

I’m incapable with this little wooden heart

Paint my smile, dot my eyes

I won’t feel you pulling my strings

Let me think I can reach the sky

Tell me I’m capable of anything

But the freedom isn’t true

The strings are hidden behind stage

The way to go was chosen for you

It’s scary to push the Master away.

What if I told you it was all in your mind?

That the voice that puts you down is a lier

That if you broke away you’d find

You can follow your true hearts desire?

The puppet strings weren’t really there

You thought you couldn’t but you can succeed

The controlling hand is knuckle bare

You are not a puppet you were born free!

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