some people treat life like a game. they don't ever take anything seriously, and they think everyone will be laughing at their jokes too.

they treat their 'friends' like play things, just playing with them when they feel like it. they are like puppet masters, their 'friends' being the puppets, and not just puppets, but the ones left to collect dust on the rack. those puppets, just waiting for their puppet masters to care for them again, not realising that what they think is 'care', is really just a game.

the puppet are still under the control of the puppet master, but the puppet master is just leaving it there to rot, until he's bored again, and decides to play a little game with the puppet.

other than that, the puppet serves no purpose in the puppet masters life. other than that, the puppet is of no use, belonging to the master, but unwanted.

life ain't a game, no one should be anyone's puppet.

sadly, i'm your puppet, a real-life puppet, listening to everything the master says, every movement controlled.