Life On A String

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My life is on a string and it's in your hands
I'm just the puppet, you give the commands
I have no choice but to go along
Perform the same play and sing the same sad song
A life on a string is no life at all
When everything ends with the last curtain call
I am just a puppet, my life just a play
And in whatever you do to me I have no say
But Oh, how I'd love to break away
From the chains and shackles of an ordinary day
To see the outside world with my own eyes
Instead of these painted backgrounds and canvas skies
Because a life on a string is no life at all
When everything ends with the last curtain call
All of my friends are puppets that's true
Because their lives are on strings too
Their heads are empty, nothing in their eyes
They tell me no truths and they tell me no lies
But a life on a string is no life at all
When everything ends with the last curtain call
And the puppeteers I can't see their face
And they live out their lives in shame and disgrace
Somedays I'm the hero, somedays I'm not
Somedays I sit in the wings and rot
But what happens when all the crowds go away
Will we be kept or thrown away
Because my life on a string doesn't matter at all
Since everything ends with the last curtain call
Curtain call, curtain call, why must everything end with the last curtain call?