single,double, even triple are the knots that are tied to me.
I try as hard as I can and I cannot break free from them,
I reached for scissors to cut the strings but it was as if you the master,
the puppet master had already thought of that and before I could even realise
I had gotten rid of my only source of freedom or help.
But was it me that did it or was I tricked or forced to only rely on you the master of strings that control what I do and say?
Can I even be mad at you was it truly you that had the power from the start,
or did I give you the power that you now have because I was to guiliable to see what was happening before I could do anything to stop it.
On display I go along with the other puppets who were maybe to caught up in finally being seen and made comfortable to just be stabbed in the back by you.
So now here I am on display showing the smile you carved onto our faces to make us cute but not too cute where the attention deviates from you,
here we are dressed not flashy to take the attention from you but dressed as henchmen who are too dumb to speak up for ourselves.
Maybe we are after all you know our secrets you know our worst mistakes and you remind us to keep us all in check to make sure no one tries to defy you.
Because who are the puppets without a puppet-master, they're free but I guess that won't happen anytime soon.
It's one or two ways out we let you ruin us immensely or we take the easy way out.
Is it a easy way out or do we call it that because it's easier when you're dead?
I don't know, all I know is that these strings are become to entangled with each other and I'm being teared apart.
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