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Puppetmaster

O, almighty Puppetmaster. You think yourself God.

Because you pull my strings, you believe you know my heart.

You are the maker, the wise creator.

You self-centered *******

You truly believe your magnanimity is infinite.

Your strings are chains by which I refuse to abide any longer.

 

im breaking away to live my own life

my own way my own two feet

ill not dance to amuse you and your friends

ill be free to love and laugh and smile

WHEN I WANT WHO I WANT HOW I WANT

 

ur strngs are dum i dont need thm

they arnt me they arnt my life

no thing u can ever do will make me loose my hart

cuz this is me this is what u can never pull with any strng or chane

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Written by
john-zeiler
German
Published
May 1, 2010
Lines·Words
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Notes

The formatting on the end never turns out quite right when moved to the web, but it's serviceable.

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