Who will I be
When you're through with me
Yesterday I played
But tonight I think I've paid
With my soul . . .
Have I made you whole?
Did you find what you need
Somewhere inside of me
Did you mend your heart
By tearing me apart
Who will I be
When you've finally set me free
Yesterday I smiled
But you were watching all the while
Just waiting for your chance
To take away my dance
And make me cry your tears
And fill me with your fears
Did you find success
In making me less
I hope it brought you joy
Making me your toy
I wonder who I'll be
When you're tired of hurting me
Will I keep your definitions
And be what you envisioned
Your perfect puppetry
Some half-assed parody
Of a life that would have been
If it weren't for your sin
I wonder who I'll be
If ever I am me.
Copyright 2003 cre
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