Puppet On Strings

I'm just a puppet on strings,
Dancing to your every whim.
You command me;
You decide my Fate.
And I'm sick of not--
Not making my own decisions.
You make them all for me,
And I can't stand it (Anymore).
Someday...
I will cut these strings.

The day has come;
I finally cut these strings
And I feel so Free...(until)
I fall in a helpless pile at your feet.