Marionette Syndrome

Smiling with that doll face

little ugly me speaks

telling poison day after day,

looking out for myself

I'll be just as cute as all of them 

well, that's just what I thought at first 

But they're all just as huge liars,

aren't they?

who are all the kind people?

there's nobody, nobody, none

only wounded hearts 

it hurts, it hurts, it hurts

hiding both your sadness and anxiety

you pretended to laugh 

yet a glance at you eyes showed me traces of tears

so don't look at me anymore..

there's no one who'll trust their right hand

and their left are awkward

stumbling now and over,

always just nodding yes

to hate their respect 

who should i hate next?

I'm just somebody's marionette at best 

now, I find I simply don't know

as if the this body 's not not my own

and since I live as a puppet might 

I can't expect my future to be bright

I look my reflection in the eyes

and it's laughing at your scars 

and as my tears dry up

I'm wandering, walking and lost

controlled by uncuttable strings 

I'm living life as a puppet 

try to escape, try to hide, 

but nothing will be change 

so just destroy me already...