Puppet Show

I'm just another one of your puppets being manipulated by the strings controlling my every movement from my facial expression misery sings deep down inside I am resistant when in reality I have no choice I want so bad to be heard but I don't have a voice you keep inhaling my words that I'm suffocating to release I didn't rent a theater so tell me who signed the lease? I'm so exhausted from singing and dancing in distress every single fucking night I can never seem to rest I'm unsure of the point that you're trying to make but I can no longer hold my balance I'm about to break free me of this torture tell me what I did to deserve this penalty can't you see that my heart is bleeding I'm already paying little fees give me some credit cut me some slack honesty is what I give loyalty is what you lack now you're putting on a show with me as the opening act that shit is degrading I don't represent that not speaking from fiction I'm speaking from fact By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)