I’m the Puppet
Pull my strings harder, make me dance
Happy on the outside
Forgotten on the outside
The plays I perform cast doubt
The character is drawn about
Pulled by the ropes, tighter; tossed around
The tempest of the stage
Controlling my every move
In this theater I don’t act
Others do for me, or they would
If there were anyone else
Who’s my puppeteer?...
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