i did not wright this
Tied down by strings,
I have no feeling.
With a painted face of happy dreams.
But behind the glassy eyes, and the rosey cheeks
There's a girl crying out.
She seemed so perfect,
With her life of gold.
So with a shattered soul and a broken heart she waits,
Till the day she can escape,
And throw away her strings of sorrow.
...I'm just a puppet...
Here to give you a show.
Modeled to be a happy thing for you.
Untill the day I can break away...
Let me sing a song for you,
Let me do a dance for you.
I'm just a puppet of society...
Thrown away by society.
 My_wrath_1334 · Mon Aug 06, 2007 @ 09:46pm · 0 Comments |
