Those Are Strings, Pinocchio

Careful what you wish for
It might just come true
A houseA home
A heart
Difference in the details
Brings a soul to life

(Now I’m free,
Got no string on me)

How do you make a soul?
How do you break a heart?
Little wooden boy,
I can see your beating-bleeding-heart

(And its dripping through the bars)

Those are strings Pinocchio
Not so different from the first
If you want to know the truth
You’ll tell a lot of lies
If you want a little love
Then you’ll have a lot of hurt
If you want to be a real boy
You’ll have to make new ties
Cut the strings Pinocchio
And you’ll hit the ground

(Your soul’s to weak to stand alone,
A devils deal –
You’ll get your wish
And keep your strings too)

Those are strings Pinocchio
Nothing real is unattached

(Sorry no one told you,
Being real isn’t the same as
Being happy)