Puppet Master
You used me as a toy, a pawn in your twisted little game, you threw me away like a broken toy, I
Was your play thing for so long, I should have seen it sooner, that you were just a spoiled child, never cared for anything but yourself, object permanence, was nonexistent, your love was just a beautifully crafted lie, a deception pulled off with faultless precision, you played me like a puppet, pulling my strings, making me play your twisted little games, and just like a child you grew bored of your toy and threw it away, as soon as the next big thing came your way, to think you cared for me, believed that you loved. When the cruel reality is that every thing you said to me was a master crafted falsely, every time you said you loved me, was a deception, and I fell for it every time, I just wish I had seen it sooner, the first time I saw you, I believed you were the most beautiful thing id ever seen, but now I know that it was all a clever little ploy to get me to be your new toy, you used me like a puppet presented me to all your friends telling them about your shiny new little toy, but as always you grew bored and threw me away, because you never cared about my feelings, you never thought about how much I loved,…did you, but if I had found out faster ,maybe I could have avoided this disaster all together, but I was blinded by love, I didn't see through all your little white lies, I didn't see the demon that hid inside, I walked into every trap you set for me, I didn’t know the evil you where inside, so I let myself be manipulated, let my strings be pulled like a puppet, put on display but a twisted puppet master, you where just a spoiled little child who's heart had rotten, spent all your time learning how to pull the chords on peoples hearts perfectly, you’re a mistress of deception, you’re a twisted puppet master who's learned how to pull the strings to put on the perfect play.
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