Strings are tied around me, controlling who I am. They keep me alive, and I'm just nothing without it. Well, that's how the outside world see me. No one knows what's deep inside. Inside this marionette is a crying soul, wanting to get out of her misery. She has independence, freedom and a great personality. But, her strings of fear and anxiety pulls her back. She cries in pain. She's sick of being something she's not. She wants to get away. She wants to be free. She wants to cut all the strings.