We are the puppets of life
You like it or not
There's no point to fight
Bring it back or let it go
You'll get hurt both ways
I just think you should know
You can lie, you can cry
But don't expect me to try
And stop
That's it there's no going back
The life I painted it suddenly turned black
I'm not a puppet
Neither yours nor life's
If you want me back
You can try turning back time
Cause again I'm not a puppet of your life
So, I guess there's a point to actually fight.
