I was just a puppet.

You could pull my strings every which way, and I couldn't do anything about it.

A solid wooden frame where you could do anything you wanted.

The constant pulling and tugging.

The heaviness of the strings on my arms.

No one noticed the strings, but I could constantly feel them.

Pulling on my arms.

Pulling on my legs.

Pulling on my heart.

You used me like before,

You didn't care about me.

I guess I'm just a puppet to you.