Stringed puppets

You behave as if I don't know anything about it, but I do.

I am aware of what it has done to us and what it has done to you.

You resemble a puppet on a string rather than being a real person anymore.

Methamphetamine has complete power over every action you take.

I can't seem to help you or get you to leave.

I tried releasing the pressure so you could leave.

Without this connection, your body becomes limp and falls to the ground, losing what you thought was your support.

You can't be lifted by me; you keep falling.

Your body is like a pile of dead weight.

I wish I could rescue you so you could be liberated.

It's challenging to see you as a puppet on a string.



I'm realizing that I can't continue to do this.

I need to exit the building, so you must let me go.

I was imprisoned and kept under lock and key.

Your love has driven me to the brink of madness.

You must move aside to make room for me.

My heart has endured enough pain.

You have changed into a person I no longer wish to know.

I have to leave immediately; there is no other option.

When the threads pull you back up, you can always act as though whatever you want is okay because you always have the option.



You make an effort to destroy the past.

while everything you cherished fades away.

What was previously my life has been replaced by your new life.

You can't always fix your mistakes by tomorrow.

You always have an excuse and a million excuses.

Most importantly, you abuse your precious time.