Это издевательство было сочинено специально, ибо было нужно...
Вышло, на мой взгляд, более менее прилично...

I always hold my life on thread
And don't afraid it to release
But i'm puppet and pithless
And I can't nothing more to add.

Me handily control every time
A men, which haven't got a heart.
Possible lie. I don't know that.
But all my tears have not dryed

Still live.Still cry.
My life surrounds lie. But me...
Still I
So, please explain - why?