24 grudnia 2011
Blisters by a Puppeteer
It hurts this pain I can’t explain                                                         
But what do I do I can’t tell you
Names I can’t use for it causes shame                                                                                       
Yet I need to because I write so true
 
As strings dance me away from thee                                             
Believe me friend I’ll love you until the end
Even if we are both filled with misery                                                                                                    
Oh how I took advantage, Oh how I did depend
 
Unfair I know as I followed wherever you go                                                                                         
As a dog with a leash connected to she
But if not how would I ever know                                                                                                      
About love with no strings above
 
Like a puppet giving blisters gift                                                                                                      
As others command in push and shove
Yet you friend pain you gladly lift                                                                                               
Although you have the same deal
But with out anyone to lean on so blisters can heal
I’m just so glad I have you to love
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