You drive me to do the things I do, in case you couldn't tell I do them for you.

I let you pull at my strings, drag me here and there. And every time I talk to you, I can hear my heart sing.

But I'm just a marionette, trying to be a real boy. While I know in your eyes, you see a new little toy.

Something to play with and then just throw away.

Well no.

Not today.

Because today I cut my strings, I'm leaving with my heart in mind.

Just looking for a start in life, the one I thought was you. I wish it could've been true.

But I'm just a marionette, finally a real boy. No longer will you look at me, as just a stupid toy.