• These words are whispered in my ear,
    These are not my words,
    These are not my thoughts,
    But they are spoken out,
    For all to hear.

    My actions are controlled,
    By strings that bind me,
    My expressions are shown through my words,
    The words that aren't mine,
    The strings that confine me.

    The puppetmaster stands above,
    Their skillful hands control me,
    Their lustrous voice overshadows me,
    Their own scenarios play out,
    I'm just the actress,
    Just the key.

    My mouth is sewn shut,
    Unable to speak the words that are mine,
    Unable to speak my thoughts,
    As long as i'm bound by the strings,
    I'm just my master's play thing.

    A marionette,
    A marionette,
    I'm just a marionette.

    But strings are not forever,
    One day,
    I'll get the scissors,
    I'll cut the strings that tie me.