With tiny silver strings attached to my limbs.
Control of my every movement
Is not by my own wants and desires
But by the long fingers of someone higher above me.
One string pulls my head up and allows me to smile.
Another string makes me run, one leg in front of the other,
Over and over again, never going anywhere.
Forever attached to the fingers above
Always dangling on the edge of freedom and death
Wondering when the strings were going to tangle
And leave my wooden body limp, not to move again.
Nothing within it's chamber matters.
The multicolored blue carpet
Holds stains of everyone, but her.
Alone in this huge silent room
One girl sits crying in a chair.
No one to see her, talk to her.
Her brown hair lays in her eyes,
And shuts her out from the light.
Saying sorry three days from now
Doesn't matter to her troubled heart.
Twiddling her thumbs together
The same sorrow spills over
From inside to the outside.
A girl once so happy is now
so different, so undescribably changed.
No more smiles from her face
Tears are more abundant
Three days couldn't pass longer.
My heart is sinking
With the pain of commitment
It has tried to swim
But is endlessly pulled under.
There are no life jackets
And only relies upon itself
My darling, it must end.
My soul isn't singing
the solos once enjoyed together.
My soul doesn't sway
With the beat of your heart.
My soul can't see
The truth deep within you.
.
My darling, it must end.