You pull the strings to make me walk.
So much so, I can't walk where I want.
I'm just a puppet on a string,
I've made very little decisions on my own.
To the point where the line I want to walk is on the other side of the road.
I tried to deviate where I want,
But you end up dragging me back.
The strings entangle me and I feel bad,
For not preforming the way you want me to.
So if I keep this up,
Remember that you made me a puppet on a string.