Puppet and Master

I feel like a puppet on strings
Walking through the crowds
I can't help but feel alone
So many people
So many lives
But nobody knows the pain I feel

Going home again
To the life I never wanted
Life of darkness and pain
Horrible misfortune

Nobody would want this
Nobody cares

Pull apart my heart
Rip apart my soul

I'm another doll

Tell me to sit and I comply
But inside I'm screaming
Don't you know what you've done?
Don't you see the wreck I've become?

This dollhouse is broken
And the doll is too
We're screenwriting a tragedy
You and I are the fatal end

One must die
Who shall it be?
Not me, not me....
The broken puppet or the drunken master?