puppet.

A puppet on strings
Limbs, handled by
Your manipulating fingers

Now the strings have been cut
And I'm lying on the floor
Lifeless, with no idea

How to walk again
How to think, act, feel
Because a puppet is nothing

Without it's master to guide it
I was a fool to think
That I was anything else

A piece of stuffed cloth
A painted face, no heartbeat
Lead in my chest

And I let you hold my strings
Pull them this way, that way
I have only myself to blame,

Only me
I am a puppet without strings
And I am pathetic.