All tied up with strings.
Letting people control you
isn't the best of things.
when people control you,
you don't have your own life.
People can change you,
for their pleasure or their strife.
I feel so busy
that I don't have time to think,
Dancing for the pleasure of others
just so they can lower you and say you stink.
I don't know my puppeteer for tomorrow,
But I hope that they are kind,
that they will let me have some word,
and a bit of my own mind.
If I could be free for one hour,
My puppet arms would grow wings.
I'd fly away, so far away,
And loose my puppeteer and strings.
