i'm just a yellow stringed puppet
dancing in place, stumbling over the movements
my motions are shaky
but i've gone through this all before
half the time i don't remember the play
again and again, the same mistakes
i'm confused as to why the puppet master hasn't learned the parts by now
i can feel the strings pulling on hooks in my skin
painful if i attempt to disobey
i don't want to feel that anymore
i'm afraid
so i dance the dance
i am my own yellow bellied marionettist
