Strings

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You pushed me in, you pulled me out

You made me go, you told me when.

Against my will you controlled my mouth

You pulled my strings here and then.


Threads from your restrained mind

Shackled my soul, bended on your wiles.

Roped by your grey perspective

Chained, locked, battered, deceived.


Am I a wooden puppet

Made to execute your commands?

Or a porcelain doll,

Placed on a glass box, circled by a bond?

Am I supposed to live my life,

To please you 'till I die.

Or shall I die first,

Before you burn that unwritten covenant of lies?


Let me choose, let me decide

Can't you see your love drowns my will of living?

Free me now from your overprotective dreams,

Can you please free me,

From your selfish strings?

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