Your making me cry
Your making me hate
Your pulling the strings
Of my fate
The twisted feelings
Of my heart
I don't like this
Tearing me apart
I have a mask
And i have my strings
And i have the puppet master
Making me sing
But if i could i would be free
Then my eyes would shine
And the rest could go history
But that is a dream
I'll never be of myself
So i'll pull these strings
And just kill myself
As the pain fills me whole
And the blood puddles below
I smile and whisper
Wimper in pain
"You can't control me"
My last words in vain.