Setting the sun...

Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset

Puppet

I am a puppet on your strings,
Your wearing fancy things,
I’ve got my eyes dried,
You have got worry lines.

And now were on stage,
Pretending it’s okay,
You smile and wink at me,
But I cannot say anything.

Don’t stop it,
I am just your perfect puppet,
We can lie,
Into undeserving eyes.
Don’t you know,
I will die if you let go,
We can, but we shouldn’t,
So much love for something wooden.

We can do amazing things,
But I am puppet on your strings.

You move around the audience,
I’m feeling breathless,
You tell them I am just,
A sad and lonely wooden prop,
But I want you feel more,
I am someone you ignore,
I tear up and start resisting,
So much love much I’m not existing.

Don’t stop it,
I am just your perfect puppet,
We can lie,
Into deserving eyes.
Don’t you know,
I will die if you let go,
We can, but we shouldn’t,
So much love for something wooden.

We can do amazing things,
But I am puppet on your strings.