The Girl with Strings Like a Puppet

No one told her she could choose
I guess they just assumed
It was something that she already knew

So she got all tied up with string
And even if the knot was loose
She would never try to undo it

Bound by all her puppeteers
She couldn't find her tears
And now she only listens with other peoples ears
And sees with other peoples eyes and cries other peoples cries

Why oh why do I seem to feel so fucking empty all the time?
She asked me, I had no reply

Sometimes she stares at the Sun
And the light stains her eyes
All she can see is beautiful designs

Its better for her not to see the world
In all its grays and browns
So she looks up at the sky instead of looking down

But her escape is always short lived
It's never long enough to forget or forgive
To take or to give

Why oh why do I seem to feel so fucking angry all the time?
She asked me with tears in her eyes

Why oh why do I seem to feel like I am living a lie?
Everyone tries to explain but no one is right

All of the sudden
One of her strings came untied