If love was so special then why dose it hurt
why dose it pain pull at the strings of your very soul
pull at your body it plays you as the puppet
dancing for somthing that will never come
feeling for somthing that you will never feel
laying here under the covers i think..
of how many times i was the puppet
far to many so many.. that my strings
snapping like my heart when they all walked
away leaving me to dangle
and yet here i am craving to be a puppet
again i crave for the pulling of my strings
take me i wanna be your puppet make me
dance make me cry make me hurt
so then in the end they will snap
all my strings free me from my
strings show me break my
strings so i can live in the
dark wake of life and morn please
pull my strings and make me dance
once more...
 xDemonicDamex · Wed Jul 09, 2008 @ 06:20pm · 0 Comments |
