My resolve is weakening
My strings becoming visible
You wish to be my puppeteer
As you wield shiny shears
You see me become feeble
You feel the power surge
As you tell me not to argue back
Liking nothing more than to see me fall
That's all you've wanted
To see me cry
To know you can still hurt me
Even though it pains you
I know the true reasons
You have strings, as well
Although, I no longer try to help
There is no hope for you
You want to pull my strings
Because you possess no control over your own
But sad news for you
Soon, you won't see my strings at all