I am a puppet, pluck my strings.
You can make me dance and even sing.
A painted on face with a pretty smile,
Can hide how I feel, if just for a while.
Watch as the paint chips and fades away,
My bright green eyes turn to gray.
Feeling thrown in a corner and forgotten,
My feelings inside making me feel rotten.
I know I am loved, I shouldn't feel feel this way.
My heart is calling out, hoping to be needed today.
(2003)
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