to fly to my part of Sky,
Coz am no puppet to your Strings
But its still love that beholds me-
as I the remember the way- we used to be
Though you are no more and I am free
"but still it feels like dancing to your strings"
One step forward and Two put behind
I can't make out what's on My mind..
You walk past me as nothing ever happened
and I keep hoping You'd wait for a second
and bow down with a Ring
Oh no! Am a Puppet to your Strings
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