The Puppeteer

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by samdell100

by samdell100

Black eyes with a
heart of coal
And fingers that
Demand control

And puppets labelled
As your 'friends'
You pull the strings to
Make us bend

I'll cut before you
Pull my strings
I've seen you do those
Nasty things

The truth is there
Before our eyes
The Puppeteer
Who's full of lies

The Puppeteer is in control
The Puppeteer's the one who knows
How to make all the puppets move
But darling I won't dance for you

You twist and turn
The truth and all
You twist until
Our heads fall off

And then you spin a
Twisted 'truth'
To make yourself look
Better too

You pull from behind
You know our secrets
We're on the sideline
While you play our regrets

But I'll cut loose
Before you pull

The Puppeteer is in control
The Puppeteer's the one who knows
How to make all the puppets move
But darling I won't dance for you
I won't dance for you

The Puppeteer has got to go

A/N: I've been inspired to write a song on how I feel for the first time , instead of my usual shallow ones. Enjoy.