But you don't really mind
Cause you're just wasting time
You can't feel anything
You're a boy on a string
I feel a sadness like Gapetto
watching the life that he created run away
Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion,
and holding the remains of puppets that had rotted away
One day the curtain will not open
And all of the crowds will go away
Someday those strings will choke you, but until that day
But you don't really mind
Cause you're just wasting time
You can't feel anything
You're a boy on a string
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