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The Puppet Master

the puppet master has total control and sometimes the puppet doesn't even have a clue of the life that its living even though its existing theres always that hole the one that keeps you from giving i came into the picture kinda invited myself in i was quick in calling you my dear quick in finding that i couldn't win because the game had already started and you were down in the mud i gave you my love and you gave me none i saw the power he had not over me, but over you all of this was a little too late because you already said were through i then learned who the puppet master was i knew what i had to do i thought that my fighting would be enough even though i tried there was only room to lose so i told you how it was the whole time you were blind opened your eyes to newer things a totally different side you thanked the monster and called me the hero said i was responsible for everything in reality only zero i told you to write your own story do it with passion dont think of me just the ground to throw the ash on cut the strings behind you head leave me in your mind as dead start off strong and keep going faster you no longer have a puppet master

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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