| you pull at my strings and I can't help but think am I your puppet or am I unraveling? | |
| tightly wrapped around your finger hanging by a thread, so i linger | |
| Doing what you say, And all that you want | |
| i play, you toss me to and fro no control' you left to me just a toy left to be lost and forgotten eventually |
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