Pull My Strings Til You Get What You Wanted.
I Hate to Tell You, But My Love is Haunted.

To You, I Will Give My All.
Until You Cut My Strings and Let me Fall.

And if Our Tragedy is Where Life Begins,
I'll Pick Up My Strings and Love Again.

Lost Love is No Burden too Heavy for Me to Hold.
As I've Done My Time Living in the Cold.

When Understanding
meets Love and Grace.
Then You,
My Puppeteer,
I Will Face.

One More Moment, One More Chance,
Pull My Strings and I Promise I'll Dance.

Give Me Time and Give Me Your Hands.
We'll Pull Each Others Strings to Find Romance.

And If I Cant Be Yours Forever,
I'll Cut My Strings on This Endeavor.

You Were Never Less and I Was Never Better.
You Were Blind and I was Never
Clever.

Now it Seems Oh So Clear
I Cannot Love You,
My Puppeteer.