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Puppet Master


A perfect fall day Why did I sit inside? If I would have gone outside, things would be different today The little girl inside slowly starts to fade away Was I ready to change so fast? You took the only little bit of happiness I had left Every day I see you Control is your game You were pulling all the strings You became my puppet master As time went by I found ways to numb the pain At that point you had me right where you wanted We shared a secret to the grave A sickening game A puppet for life Slipped into a darkness there is no light My soul shattered Heart crushed Faith vanished Just a lifeless puppet Even when you’re gone, your still there Pulling all my strings, will I ever get away? My dreams turned into nightmares You robbed me blind Took the one thing I had left to give Without permission, you said it was rightfully yours You’ll always have my strings Controlling my every whim I can’t stand on my own without you You are my puppet master
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