She feels like a Pinocchio in her relationship: a lifeless, plastic marionette on her lover's "stage". Just as Pinocchio prayed to be a real boy, she wants to be treated with equality and respect.
Unfortunately, their relationship is pretty dire. There appears to be no empathy or communication ("I don't know what you see", "Don't know what you hear", "All by yourself", "I am nowhere", "You never noticed").
All she can do is affirm that she is alive, a person with thoughts and feelings, flesh and blood: "Don't you know life turns me, always wants me?"
She feels like a Pinocchio in her relationship: a lifeless, plastic marionette on her lover's "stage". Just as Pinocchio prayed to be a real boy, she wants to be treated with equality and respect.
Unfortunately, their relationship is pretty dire. There appears to be no empathy or communication ("I don't know what you see", "Don't know what you hear", "All by yourself", "I am nowhere", "You never noticed").
All she can do is affirm that she is alive, a person with thoughts and feelings, flesh and blood: "Don't you know life turns me, always wants me?"