My body is my temple
You treat it like a rag doll
You pull the strings
Until i unravel
But i seem to somehow
Put myself back together
An it seems you want to
pull the strings again
My hands are tired
This time i will NOT
Put myself back together
If you want me back
You try to put me pack
Pick up the crumbs
Of me off the ground
An you try to put this puzzle back together
