Hauntings of a Past Life

I used to be a real boy;
I used to think real thoughts and dream real dreams.
Then one by one I handed up my strings.
Now all that's left is a silly puppet, tossed to and fro,
by the whim of him who has no soul.

Why did I do it? Why did I ever let him grab ahold?
Well, it all seemed like such fun, you know.
At first we laughed, we played, we giggled.
Then we kissed, and thouched and snuggled.
At last we did the nearly unforgiveable.

Now by the whim of him without a soul,
this puppet is made to dance and sing, to and fro, to and fro.
One by one I GAVE THEM TO HIM.
I used to think real thoughts and dream real dreams;
but now they're merely tattered shreds, of a real boy, that used to be.