Pull my strings
Puppet master...
A game of cat and mouse.
That's all this is...
Standing on the edge of a cliff,
Looking down...
There is one request of me
Don't ever ask of me...
They dumped me in the Forrest,
Alone and by myself...
Her words tainted by his blood
Of a lover once pasted...
Lying on my bed surrounded by darkness,
Staring at the electric clock which now reads 1:15...
Ripping on the inside
Riping on the out...
The passion for Conformity,
riches, houses, fashion, dominance...
The lonely.
The soulless...
Too many kisses to count
too many puddings to eat...
Lets keep what we have
the honest feelings, within tact...