Pulled By Strings

all i see is a light no thoughts of my own have no clear image of what i should do i am mindless to him a struggle to recover a war to control this is my blood you have your blood your are not the author of my life, I'm the protagonist of my fate, this is an autobiography, leave the pen and paper, your not my puppet master. i am my own survivor to life you are looking for someone to hold on to your voice clings like a memory a memory that is control my mind is my place a place which your mind cannot stay a beast that shall be slain your mind is a stain