Puppet Master [Key To My Heart]
Album: Key To My Heart
By: Ashelyn Summers
By: Ashelyn Summers
Duration
4:28
Genres
Description
For free downloads: http://ashelynsummers.com Music by Ashelyn Summers Lyrics by Ashelyn Summers and Marissa Grigonis Vocals by Ashelyn Summers Piano by Jervy Hou Keyboard by Jervy Hou Guitar by Mick Taras Bass Guitar by Justin Morales Percussion by John Ferraro Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Mike Troolines Sound Asylum Santa Ana, California
Lyrics
Verse 1: They all hang around you Like you’ve got the answer But I know that you don’t Your lies spread right through them And grow like a cancer It’s fueling your ego Verse 2: You walk down the halls Ruling it all Your clique at your side All vanity and pride They all fell in line Following every sign Never seeing what’s inside Chorus: You’re playing puppeteer You’re pulling the strings The people in your life are just your playthings You do it all out of fear Cause you’re the master puppeteer Post-Chorus: They’re not really your friends Just a means to an end You think that you’re playing them But you’re the one that’s being played Verse 3: You put on a mask With a smile on your face Hidden in disguise And they all believed While you lied and deceived Every single line Verse 4: You laugh and you flirt Gossip and hurt Insult and blame All these petty games And they laughed with you Hiding all the pain Hiding all the pain Chorus: You’re playing puppeteer You’re pulling the strings The people in your life are just your playthings You do it all out of fear Cause you’re the master puppeteer Post-Chorus: They’re not really your friends Just a means to an end You think that you’re playing them But you’re the one that’s being played Bridge: Someday you will see That what you want in your life Isn’t what you need And everyone around you knows That you will end up all alone Chorus: You’re playing puppeteer You’re pulling the strings The people in your life are just your playthings You do it all out of fear Cause you’re the master puppeteer Post-Chorus: They’re not really your friends Just a means to an end You think that you’re playing them But you’re the one that’s being played
