when I was your marionette

It doesn't matter which way you pull the strings

I'm still encased in glass

You've every hour to waltz away

Instead you stare and laugh

I can put on a show and paint on a face

Dance if I'm asked and twirl in place

My nose may grow and my mouth remain shut

Silenced by longing and lying for trust

The compromised shadow of a bright future, passed

Heartstrings on your stage

Encased in your glass.