The strings are in place.
The stage is set.
The curtains rise,
And you're brought to life by
The PuppetMaster.

All your life you felt as if you've been controlled.
By family.
Friends.
Society.

You've fought the strings that want to hold you down.
Struggled against it's sting as they lash out at your skin.

But in the end,
You have no choice.
You let them tie knots around your ankles and wrists.
You let them do your makeup.
And you follow their every command.

With nothing but a blank look on your face.

Because you're just the one puppet out of millions.

And you must do the bidding of The 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
just cu
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