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i can't take it anymore

my heart is not a puppet on strings that you can pull as you please

my body is not a hollow vessel to be used and placed aside

my heart has been pierced and strung

and it has been gushing blood for way too long

slowly but surely there will be nothing left

just pain and regret for allowing myself to be your fool

and acting like it was cool

you are a wicked puppetier

and sure the show is fantastic when you are near

but how about when the curtain goes down

and the lights go out

i am left alone in the dark to cry and shout

for no one hears my screams

and no one is aware of your schemes

well it is not fair i am human my heart is not a toy

and still you remain a selfish little boy

you tricked me once shame on you

you tricked me twice shame on me

well there will be no round three

now its time to sever the ties

break free of the lies

where the strings were placed

the scars may easily be traced

perhaps i will not make it as gaping wounds prevail

but that is just a minor detail

the point is that i am through

goodbye, i will always love you

to some love knows no bounds

but for most love is not as ideal as it sounds