Give me a pair of scissors
Something sharp
Let it cut deep into my skin
Making my heart bleed
The strings are a tangled mess
Everything is ruined
The puppet master holds me up
But I cannot move freely
I am bound to old strings
Worn strings
I want to cut myself free
If I do...
Would there be anything left for me?
I feel the blade in my hand
The match in the other
Am I burning bridges?
Or trying to make a garden bloom?
Give me a pair of scissors
What I cut away will allow me to grow
What I cut away will allow me to move
What I cut away will allow me freedom