Puppet Strings

I'm done with all this pain inside You made my heart feel

like a game

You pull my heart,

you pull my strings Then drop me down to colder ground

I sit in the corner with my hands on my head Trying

not to make a sound

You nag until the room feels smaller Like I'm not wanted around

You call it nothing,

I call it breaking Every little joke

leaves a mark

You laugh while I'm shaking Playing games with my heart

I'm done being tied to your hands Done falling where you let

me land You pull my strings,

then call it love But I know what it does I'm done

with the games in my mind I'm cutting the puppet lines

At the table I go quiet

Hands folded over my head

You make the whole house heavy With every word you said

I used to wait for softer weather

Now I want

myself instead I

am not a thing to bend

Not a toy you get to break

If love keeps taking pieces I choose what I can save

I'm done being tied to your hands Done falling where you let

me land You pull my strings,

then call it love But I know what it does I'm done

with the games in my mind I'm cutting the puppet lines

I'm done

I belong to myself now