I am a puppet, acting out this life
but I am dead
there is only a painted smile, empty eyes
I am bleeding, tearing at the seams
poorly stitched, falling apart
I am made of rotted flesh
a husk, a corpse
a carcass dangling by old wires
pulled by unseen hands
I am broken, but the show must go on
*** I can't write sad things
also this is kinda old but I just found it again so yeh