Puppet Show


Variety is the spice of life they say
But the spice and variety of mine has gone away
There is no getting back to what I used to know
Now i'm on stage and it's a puppet show
You move me up you move me down
You guide me through that slot you found
Insert your hand and take control
See i'm a puppet who's lost it's soul
You took my soul as if you owned it
You didn't seem to care until I showed it
Well here is the line that must keep you away
A barrier between us until another day
Showtime has ended and another begins
A journey we have on a path to be friends..

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