Broken Marionette

She was a plain Jane with a melancholy boy's name,

The life she lived, she lived to her own anthem,

Everywhere she went, they'd all say,

Oh, that's just Samantha,

Never the talk of the town,

Always the butt of the joke,

Sticks and stones were nothing,

It's the words that made her broke,

She knew one day she'd fly away, just break free,

Her vision was clear in her mind, she didn't need to see,

Twirling in the attic with broken marionettes, so random,

Oh, that's just Samantha,

On her way to the Andes, floating over the Panama Canal,

Running through the meadows to Di Marlia, Villa Reale,

One day she awoke in a hospital bed, face pail, eyes beet red,

She lived, O she lived full and free in her own mind,

She lived until she was dead,

Oh, that's just Samantha,

How could we forget,

Our broken marionette,

Never the talk of the town,

Always the butt of the joke,

Sticks and stones were nothing,

It's the words that made her...