Pull my strings

Make me smile

Make me sing

Make me run a mile.

I am your puppet.

Dearest mother, dearest father,

Can't you see? 

I am simply a puppet

But in your eyes you just see me

Dearest friends

I am funny. 

Can't you tell?

But, remember

You can't see my hell

Paint me a beauitful smile

To hide my tears

Carve a skinny body

To be pretty enough

Oh, is this me to real for you?

Tear off my jeans and give me dress

Wipe my dirtcovered face to apply makeup

Is this the daughter you want dearest mother,

Father?

Lock me in a box and give me books

I will do my work faithfully

Using my sap from my wooden arm as 

Ink

The show is done

The act is over

Everyone is gone

I pull off my wooden smile

I pull off my silly dress

I lay my wooden body on the floor 

But someone knocks on the door. 

I do not get up.

I dare not move. 

I force sap to clog my gears.

For I sense it

The Puppeteer

Is

Near...