trample on my heart, you do
a bad habit you're used to
pick my heart up, toy with it
a madman who wouldnt quit
round and round i spin for you
at the ready for your cue
pupetmaster hear me cry
enough now! let me just die!
how else would you know the truth?
you stole a portion of my youth
insufferable! insensitive! insignificant fool!
i, i who love and love so deeply
you treat as if a tool.
i wear a tiara to make me feel
at least once in life i can take the wheel
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