Puppet Master

Puppet Master
I’m tied to the strings, there’s no where to go
You are the puppet master of my disaster show
I’m only the character in your made-up play
I’m the price the world has come to watch me pay
You wipe out any flaws, and dress me as a clown
You hate my useless looks, so you turn them upside down
I have the same style, wear the same clothes
All the same lines, all the same shows
the spotlights on me and everyone’s staring now
I’ve got to put on an act, sadly I know how
I’ve broken down the parts, like a script in a play
And all I want is someone to see I’m not okay
I’ve secured my perfect mask, and taught myself to shine
So, the people I see in the crowd can believe I am fine
I’ve never shown them me on stage, ever since it was aired
Because I’ve never got myself to admit that I’m emotionally scared
I always fail to break my strings, because I know I would fall
And I don’t think I have the strength to get back up atall
The audience laughs when I break so I ignore them as they cheer
Because the ones that help me break the strings
To me are the only ones who are here
I want you to remember, your strings will eventually break
The feeling of loneliness is something I deeply know
and at the end of the day the advice I want you to take
is that it has always been you in control of your show