Puppeteer Baby Bugs

It's quite funny how they
They say they love you but they'll
They'll always stab you in the back
You think you need someone
So you follow everyone
I know you just can't make it on your own
But baby now you're all alone

And don't run away
This is your fate
Your arms and legs are tied behind your back
You're one grain of salt
And it's all your fault
Now I am your pretty puppeteer

Pathetic and small
Get down and crawl
Like a little spider
I've got you in my web
You're one grain of sand
And I've got you in my hand
Now I am your pretty puppeteer

I'm in your head all the time
You say you're feeling fine
I watch you while you sleep
And I know you're not what they all thought
In fact I know you're not
Yeah you can fake it baby but I know
You need me cause I told you so