What little you see is what you get,
But you knew that already from this set.
That vanishing spark deep within the depths of my soul,
Will never emerge in the light of this crowd.
You will never see it,
Will never imbue,
The steely facade I exude.
For I am just one more girl.
I live my life like a marionette.
Always there to please.
Never able to think for me.
One more player in this little game
Controlled by the strings of Caligari's maniacal whims.
I am just one more girl on this stage.