• These strings hanging from my limbs,
    are all that's left from what once was.
    The life that I had is gone forever,
    I will never be able to go back.
    It is time for me to create a new life,
    and try to go on in a new direction.
    Sometimes I wonder if there is a point,
    easy as it is to revert to the old ways.
    Forgetting that my puppet master has cut my strings,
    and left me on my own.