Who is your puppet master?
Who controls your strings?
Who is in charge of the drama you bring?
One minute your high next minute your low…
Who is in control of the directions you go?
Clearly it is not you controlling your life.
When everyone else is the blame of your strife…
Do you know how to set yourself free?
Do you know how to let go of those strings?
Does it scare you to be in charge of each step you take?
To take responsibility for each move that you make?
Is it easier allowing the rest to hold the blame?
For your absence in the world, a man with no name?
A mirror with no reflection, a victim full of scars,
You must take control of the strings to find who you are.
Or keep crying and blaming and searching for answers.
Refusing to take control is what it comes down to.
Settle for weakness, hide behind your addictions,
Listen to the voices, succumb to temptations.
Keep going in circles that lead you nowhere,
Reach out for a hand that will no longer be there.
Bridges upon bridges you continue to burn,
But a man with no face will never learn.