I am his little puppet
He calls, I run
He hits, I break
He touches, I cringe and endure
He controls me
He controls my spirit
He controls my mind
I try to untie the strings
And be a real person
But each time I slip one off
He is right back to tie it on tighter.
The puppet master
He beckons for me
He wants to see me dance
I dance for him
With silent tears
rolling down my cheeks.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
I am his little puppet
He calls, I run
He hits, I break
He touches, I cringe and endure
He controls me
He controls my spirit
He controls my mind
I try to untie the strings
And be a real person
But each time I slip one off
He is right back to tie it on tighter.
The puppet master
He beckons for me
He wants to see me dance
I dance for him
With silent tears
rolling down my cheeks.
