Share your deepest, darkest secrets,
I'll tell you most of mine.
I only want to make the best of you,
Confide in me, I'll be true.
In silken spiel, you're strung along,
Dancing to unfamiliar songs.
Clipped wings, snared by strings,
A Marionette play thing.
I break you down to bring me up,
And feed apologies when you're feeling cut.
I dread the day you finally see how much more you're worth than me.
In silken spiel, you're strung along,
Dancing to unfamiliar songs.
Clipped wings, snared by strings,
A Marionette play thing.
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with shame,
But never enough to change my ways,
Yet the only thing I ever seem to do is rob angels of their wings, their beauty and virtue.