2 arms,
2 legs,
1 head,
No strings,
1 heart,
Both breakable...
But I am not a puppet,
Because I am breakable,
You can't pull me by my string against my will.
You don't talk for me,
I have my own voice.
I didn't come In a box,
Then why did u lock me in?
Why are strings tied on my hands?
And chains on my ankles?
Why is there tape over my mouth,
So you can talk for me?
Then you left me there,
To get dusty,
To rot,
To let thoughts distraught ,
I would say to die,
But puppets aren't alive
