Flop

I may win on the roundabout,
Then I'll lose on the swings.
In or out, there is never a doubt,
Just who's pulling the strings.
I'm all tied up in you,
But where's it leading me to?

I wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you care.
If you say you love me madly, I'll gladly, be there.
Like a puppet on a string!