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You've slashed my wires.
Like you've clipped my wings.
I became a mechanical-puppet-pull-string.
I'd only write the sweetest words to you.
Anything and everything just to please you.
The infatuation of a love struck fool.

I was your marionette.
My joints rusted, when you made me wet.
I was your boy of steel, who was once real.
But what is love? With no heart to feel?
I've bawled out crude black oil.
I'm feeling so used and soiled.

I should've known.
When I had to ask why.
My hatred grew,
with each one of your lies.
Fire has bled from my eyes.
You always relied on the disguise.

It makes me sad and ill.
That I was your prey for the kill.
Being repeatingly crucified at your will.
I always went back, I just couldn't get my fill.
The third times the chared.
The naive are the bitter and the scared.

I'm no longer your porcelain puppet.
No, I dont miss your games or your bullshit.
I've grown so tierd of being your marionette.
I've tried so hard. Blood, tears and sweat.
I'm no longer doing things I don't want to do.
When will I ever be able to forget about you.