Now you've exacted your toll
You don't want your broken doll
One revolution around the sun
What a wicked web we've spun
You loved me into the ground
And what you saw you stepped around
In lies and cries and stolen trust
You didn't pick me up from the dust
Dissatisfied with your creation
Mortified with the alterations
You pulled my strings
And bound me in rings
Then cut me off
And called it love.
©noodle
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