Held up on my last strings
Of this marionette of me
That you control in your spare time
Pick me up, I’m a pantomime
But cut the act
And all the strings
And the stupid smile
You’ll see inside I’m slowly breaking
My heart is aching
Chorus:
This marionette of me
Just ain’t cut, out
To be what I would like to be
Skulls and heart and crossbones
Pick me up when I am alone
The only friends that I dare see
In fears of what you’d do to me
But let me fall
Onto the dusty floor
And let me cry and talk
What I have held inside for so long
(Chorus)
I’m, cutting all my strings
You can try to hold on
But I’m already gone
Held up, by your
Dwindling nervous hands
(Chorus)
I’m, cutting all my strings
You can try to hold on
But I’m already gone
Of this marionette of me
This ain’t me

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN