Little Wooden Boy

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I am a little wooden boy

Attached to my limbs are strings

I am a little wooden boy

From a wooden cross I swing

I am a little wooden boy

One by one the strings are tugged

I am a little wooden boy

Under someone else’s control I am drugged

Drugged with hatred

Drugged with anger

Drugged with the depths

Of someone else’s danger

And though I know it’s wrong

I love when it goes on

Hidden behind my carved in smile

Is a little wooden boy

Been abused for a while

Inside a little shop of horrors

Inside her heart is where he tore her

And now I am a little wooden boy

Brought to life by magic as she sings

I am a little wooden boy

Attached to my limbs are strings

I am a little wooden boy

One by one the strings are tugged

I am a little wooden boy

And under her influence I am drugged