Move my arms side by side the air brings me to life the strings on my skin but I am but a puppet I am a Han but my past has its grip on me the drugs my parents so many times of pain a hot spoon but on my arm if I didn't get a A on my dance class I ran away I found this a dance a song a smile I fake sweet but painful smile can you pull my strings my foot I jump I don't move it the past moves it a sing I jump a run I twirl the sweet cover for a mad person my strings they are tight each of them gets harder when I try to talk about my problem my skin had the blood of my arm the needle on the strings hooked on me the string cut it for me plz today is the day I dance but I stop and I feel on the floor crying they come to me I go into my room but I take a rope I crawl out a window and I hang I feel better the strqings don't let go they keep me in this dance hall forever so 50 years later when you play the song I danced to that day I will come and take your happiness from you and give you one of mypp strings so I can be free just 5 more...
