Cut the Thread

Mmm

You dress my hands in black lace gloves

Place a smile where feeling was

Candle smoke across the room

I turn when you command me to

But in the mirror someone stares

A quiet pulse beneath the skin

You taught my body every prayer

You never taught my heart to bend

You pull the strings, but I still breathe

Your perfect all is underneath

I learned the rhythm, learned the role

Now watch me take back what you stole

Cut the thread, let the silence fall

I was your marionette, not your soul

Red marks fading from my wrists

Your fingerprints inside the script

Every step was measured twice

Every kiss rehearsed like ice

Now the glass gives back my face

No painted mouth, no borrowed name

The room is turning floor by floor

I feel the heat in the door

You pull the strings, but I still breathe

Your perfect doll is underneath

I learn the rhythm

Learn the role

Now watch me take back what you stole

Cut the thread, let the silence fall

I was your marionette, not your soul

Your hands are gone, I know the beat

It used to move me, now it moves beneath my feet

No grand goodbye

No final scene

I leave the stage with steady eyes and sharpened dreams

You pull the strings

But I still breathe

The girl you made is leaving me

I learned the rhythm

Broke the rope, no one gets to hold my soul

Cut the thread, let the curtains fall

I was your marionette, now I stand tall

Still breathing

Still becoming

No strings on me