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Laying, broken, waiting for the day to end,
Dead silence, until the day begins again,
Porcelain doll, nothing is alright.
[Chorus:]
Nothing more than a puppet,
I can’t break these strings,
Control me whatever way that you want,
You won’t see how I see things.
Break me, bend me, controlling,
I am here to please.
Toss me aside at the end of the day,
I can’t fulfill your needs.
Doing what you wish for me to do,
I am belonging to more people than you,
Tossed aside in the dead of night.
[Chorus]
Even if I snap,
I cannot be free,
I’ll always find another,
Any can control me.
Feel the way you want me to,
Show it on my face,
Parts like my broken heart
Can always be replaced.
Use me how you see fit,
I’ll react accordingly.
The feelings lying in my heart,
Are not meant to be seen.
[Chorus]
Laying, broken, waiting for the day to end,
Dead silence, until the day begins again,
Porcelain doll, nothing is alright.
Doing what you wish for me to do,
I am belonging to more people than you,
Tossed aside in the dead of night.
Use me, lose me, make me live.
Cut me, heal me, let me die.
Free me, lead me, a doll’s life is a lie.
- by MuffinsWeasley-Kachi |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/19/2008 |
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- Title: The Puppet
- Artist: MuffinsWeasley-Kachi
- Description: A poem I wrote about how I felt one day. Certain parts were influenced by certain people in my life. I hope you enjoy.
- Date: 11/19/2008
- Tags: puppetlife
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Comments (3 Comments)
- cool little mockingbird - 11/22/2008
- nice job im trying to write a song so can you help me out by sending me tips?
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- rayne482 - 11/20/2008
- Wow. I love it.
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- Quzo - 11/20/2008
- Yes puppets have a hard life. You have shown how bad it is to be a puppet. I like that.
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