Monday, September 11, 2017

Marionette


My face is sad,
My soul’s gone bad. 
You ask me why,
But it is clear
The reason’s here.

You don’t let me be,
You tell me what do do,
What to wear,
Where to go
And who to befriend.

My face is sad,
My soul’s gone bad. 
You ask me why,
But it is clear
The reason’s here.

I am just a marionette.
A lifeless puppet,
A manequin 
That you control.

My face is sad,
My soul’s gone bad. 
You ask me why,
But it is clear
The reason’s here.

Untie the strings,
Please set me free.
Then I’ll smile
And feel again.

I just want to fly,
To say bye, bye.
You ask me why,
But it is clear
The reason’s here.

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