THE TANGLED-UP PUPPET.

Is there a hand reaching out

Why ain’t I heard when I shout

My best laid plans are in a rut

Depression leaves too deep a cut.

The tangled-up puppet must rest

I know I get one last request.

My story is knowing this girl

My pain is the bitterest pill

My error was head over heels

My sentence is love never heals.

And the tangled-up puppet must rest

Cause I don’t have the guts to protest.

A round-about heartbreak

Excuse while I scream

My heart made the mistake

I have to come clean

I’ve a love I must forget

That’s the tangled-up puppet.

Fear is my cell and my key

I’ve reached for what cannot be

My solitude grinds at my mind

I’m searching for what I can’t find.

Oh the tangled-up puppet must rest

And start up my own small inquest.

A round-about heartbreak…etc.

My destiny ain’t down to me

I’m the fool

Instead of staying cool

I explode…

There no secret code to reach my heart.