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!