That Puppet...

Your that shiney light,
That light that took my heart,
Took my soul in it's warm embrase,
To just break it when it was getting to much.

Can't you see??
Can't anyone see??
There's a broken girl,
Sitting in a dark, lonely corner.

No one dares to go near her,
Yet that's the one thing she craves,
This little girl is so alone,
That even a shadow can be a friend.

The make-up,
The dark clothes,
It's hiding the real her,
Hiding the soul that's been taken to hold.

The strings that keep her high,
The strings you pull,
She's your little puppet,
That puppet that won't ever rest.

She loves you,
More then anyone she has done before,
But you don't love her back,
You won't return the love she needs.

You'll pull the strings,
Make her obey,
But you don't see the paint,
The paint that falls everytime.

She's in a show,
Being watched by everyone,
Your the directer,
Your the maker.

You make her move this way and that,
You pull each string, to make her perform her part,
You don't see the paint,
The paint that falls everytime.

Sometimes she'll get to touch a hand,
A live persons hand, the warmth of a touch,
But then it's gone,
You barking to not touch.

You never realised the paint,
What the paint was hiding behind,
It was there for a reason,
But you never got to see.

You pulled on those strings,
Making her wobble and move,
The make-up, the clothes,
She was showing the real her to the world.

The tears ran down her small face,
Everyone gasping, everyone laughing,
You look down, and you broken made puppet,
You see a little girl crying, the little girl that loves you.

You take her away,
You say whats what,
But you never thought for one second,
That would make her break once more.

You hate her,
She loves you,
How can this be fixed??

You broke the strings,
And flung her away, not being shown again,
She sat in the darkness,
With her knees held tight against her.

The thick tears ran down her cheeks,
You were never coming back,
It's time for more paint...
To cover the little girl, so desperate for love...