The Puppet Use me. Cut me. How would you like me served Bloody and raw or cooked to perfection The leg, the heart, which section? Throw me catch me or watch me as I fall Hug me or beat me It makes no difference at all Tell me to Jump and I will ask how high Tell me to cut and I will ask how deep Tell me to hold my breath 'Hold for an hour nothing less' Hold till your lungs are bruised and desperate Take my heaven and drag me back To this hell, this place That you call home. Drag me back to the darkness, choking ribbons lace the hangmans noose, I give up, please cut me loose Look into my eyes A frail soul once lived behind those cold cloudy walls A soul that once sobbed in corners Made sure she wasn't heard Always kept on smiling Despite the cruel words That suffocated her daily Crawled in her dreams at night The whispers that would break her Made her stop the fight Against a world that made her give up and consider Served her up and sold her off, To Hell's highest bidder.