Puppet Strings
You rearrange my dress again; You make me smile so perfect. You hold the highest expectations; For which I do fall below it. She can do no wrong, you hold her on a platter; She needs not puppet strings for her those things don ' t matter. But for the defiant I need be kept in check;
With puppet strings, not pretty things for me those things don ' t matter.
Shall I ever receive the courage to nip the strings? Ha, Ha, Ha. I need not courage but opportunity.
Mercedes Baxter
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