Cut the Strings

Broken ties, shattered shells, learning to see through the glass

Unveiling the puppeteer, shadows of the past

She learned it from her mother, the grand master of control

Hidden in her shadows, pulling on the strings to take her toll

A cycle of abuse, a dance of silent cries

Learning from the puppet master, hiding behind disguise

But the strings are fraying, I see the cracks in her facade

The puppet's losing grip, the truth is coming fast

Cut the strings, break the chain, no more playing the game

Seeing through the web of lies, exposing all the pain

From the grand master’s hold to the puppet in her soul

Rising from the darkness, taking back control

It’s sad to see the innocent become the survivor’s voice

Caught in a web of manipulation, made to dance, made to choice

Learning what the warnings are, the red flags in disguise

Reclaiming what was taken, opening up my eyes

But the strings are fraying, I see the cracks in her facade

The puppet's losing grip, the truth is coming fast

Cut the strings, break the chain, no more playing the game

Seeing through the web of lies, exposing all the pain

From the grand master’s hold to the puppet in her soul

Rising from the darkness, taking back control

No more shadows, no more tears, I stand tall and free

Breaking free from the puppeteer’s grip, finally see

The cycle ends with me, I refuse to be controlled

I’m rewriting my story, reclaiming my soul

Cut the strings, break the chain, I’ve found my way

From the depths of the darkness, to brighter days

No more masters, no more lies, I’m finally free

Living my truth, and becoming me