my dollie bleeds through tear-stained eyes
broken promises, deceitful lies
and all the while her black heart dies
no one left to hear her cries
her mind tells her not to trust
in this game that we call lust
my dollie knows no more than us
kill this romance; obey she must
she needs to stitch her broken heart
before she gives up; falls apart
she thinks it’s over; it’s just the start
she played the game; she wasn’t smart
the game was too much for the doll
eventually she gave up on us all
this corrupted game we all saw
no more names to her we call
there’s nothing left for you to see
her eyes leave no glitter, they simply bleed
the heart and mind are left in need
and still she think’s she’s in the lead
the game is over; she loses again
there’s no more tears of which to tend
no more heart is left to mend
the cycle starts all over again
( Let me remind you: stealing is a crime. Let’s save us both the hassel and yourself the humiliation, don’t steal. I take pride in the crappiest of my writings. )