I was an oak tree before you came,
Free from all of the world's blame,
But this freedom didn't last long,
Until the bad puppeteer came along.
I was carved and polished to his wish,
I couldn't dare to even make anything up,
I was a wood that had no pain,
In my head I wanted all of this to stop.
Strings,
When I woke up yesterday there were strings on me,
One,Two,Three,Four,
Every one of them controlling my weakest core.
1 pull,
2 pulls,
3 pulls,
Four.
Those are the commands that I was forced to do,
Those movements made everyone laugh as I look like a fool,
With every movement,my embarassment grew,
I wanted to break free but I savour in my doom.
Days,
Weeks,
Months.
I've been his little pupptet for what feels like an eternity,
182 days of being a laughing feed for the royal cart of shame,
91 days of being a laughing feed with my feelings being spit in disgrace and god,everyday I pray to be released by these strings.
Im gonna live,Im gonna fly,
Im gonna fail,Im gonna die.
A puppeteer with malice intent,
Made my feelings like a curse,
Forcing me to smile as I endure the torment,
And all I want to do is release this restraint.
But these strings,
they pull me back in,
My emotions like a marionette,
The puppeteer smiles as I try so hard to resist,
And the audience laughs at me like a fool.
I tried and I tried to carve out these strings,
But I was met with a cold hard sting,
Even though the pain is unbearable,
Sitting still and doing nothing is far worse.
I moved,
Slowly,
But surely,
The strings came loose.
Finally.
I was free.
I came outside of the puppeteers wretched house,
I went outside and left all of my doubts.
After days and months of exile...
I finally gave the world my natural smile.
