Puppet

As I stand in a field looking up at the stars
I blame your creator for giving me a heart 
For because of that heart I am now just a puppet 
A puppet in a show with the devil as the master 
You sent down a angel to help with my life
I have fallen in love and the devil stabbed it with a knife 
The wound will not heal for the devil is having fun 
As he plucks my heart strings one by one 
Day after day I think of only my love 
Day after day he gives one of my strings a tug 
Once an a while I get a day with happiness 
The little bit of love I get is bliss 
Alas, the feeling does not remain 
The only way out of this painful little show is death 
But will he let me go, ending his play 
One never knows