The Puppet and the Strings

you are the puppet, I am the strings, and yet you control everything, to wake up each day with a promise I've made, only for you to not see it through, does anything matter to you? alone in my bed, wandering thoughts, what's it for, to sit and rot? I'd rather not, but here you lay wasting each day like it's worthless to you anyways, with strings I command, yet you ignore my demands, it's what you deserve, a harsh reprimand, "RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE ITS TIME FOR YOUR PLAY PUT ON THAT SMILE AND TACKLE THE DAY" yet, clearly there's something you don't comprehend, a promise you've made but still you contend, you laze away the days embrace falling behind in life's race, you are the puppet and I am the strings and yet it seems I can do nothing