Puppet,
I'm tied with the strings of life,
The needles of my mirror reflection sting in me like chaos,
My body is wrapt in a dress of burden,
The corset so tight I forget to breath,
I'm a puppet in the hands of redemption ,
Not even strong enough to sleep,
My eyes stay open day after day,
But there empty, as my heart and soul,
I'm nothing on my own,
A hollow shell of a girl that's scared of her own dream,
I don't think I'm real,
Because my lips never open to speak,
I'm a puppet in a world without shelter,
Ore a house to ease and breath,
It's because of my dream that's haunting me,
I've surrendered to the puppeteer,
The strings are now in control,
I believe what he tells me to believe,
I see what he wants me to see,
I'm nothing not even willingly to be myself,
The strings are making me move on,
Needles sting in me to remember,
And the corset is tight enough to smother me,
I'm the puppet believing and seeing what he wants me to,
I surrender and crush my dream,
To become a real girl.