The worlds but a puppet show
With tiny figurines
That wear miniature glass hearts
Upon their tiny sleeves
When it's not an exciting scene
To the viewers we don't matter
But together we're all struggling
To climb life's impossible ladder
And when the show is over
And the puppets are thrown away
Their glass sleeves are shatted
no matter what the master will say
When night comes at last
And only the figurines stay
Stabbing each other with the shards
In their own unseen play
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
The worlds but a puppet show
With tiny figurines
That wear miniature glass hearts
Upon their tiny sleeves
When it's not an exciting scene
To the viewers we don't matter
But together we're all struggling
To climb life's impossible ladder
And when the show is over
And the puppets are thrown away
Their glass sleeves are shatted
no matter what the master will say
When night comes at last
And only the figurines stay
Stabbing each other with the shards
In their own unseen play
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