They've put you up
So I'll pull you from the brink
You can hold my hand
But I won't tell you what I think
There are things you don't need to hear
Like the strings, I pull to get you near
They are synonymous
With my underhand sense of style
You are testament to all that is right
You are misery's greatest blight!
Please don't say
'You don't know'
What's going on?