Perfect little Puppet

Perfect little puppet
All strung up with new string
Paint a beautiful face on me
I'll pretend the criticism doesn't sting

Let the Puppet Master... Society
Control me all my life
Spiraling feeling lost
As my pride within feels as if it were slashed with a knife

Puppets have no tears 2 cry because their not real u see
All the while wishing they could cut their strings and flee
Never releasing the pain they feel
Trying to tell themselves it's ok Im not real

...Hung her self with the strings that held her back
Under all the pressure she finally did crack