I'm the blue puppet of the moon.
My eyes are like the stars.
Glowing bright and strong.
Wanting to be touched.
/
Don't violate me like you have before.
My nails are sharper.
You've overlooked me for long enough.
It's time to be heard.
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My strings have been cut, I'm my own.
I run my errands for myself, not you.
/
Invite me, the blue puppet of the moon,
To your happy life.
Harmless one, once belonging to a master,
I won't hurt you again.
/
I've got screws loose, in a bad, bad way.
Laughing, giggling, choking.
Wooden floors amplify the clicking.
Little running, skipping puppet.
/
My strings have been cut, I'm my own.
I run my errands for myself, not you.
/
I'm the blue puppet of the moon.
My eyes are like the stars.
Glowing bright and strong.
Wanting to be touched.