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He wants to leave And I guess I'll obey. He was always the master And I was the slave.
But he made promises And I'll hold him to keep I want what is mine, What he gave to me.
So I cut out his heart 'Cause he said it was mine, Watched his blood trickle out In a thin red line.
He gave me his soul, So I broke it in two Why should you breathe, When I can't have you?"
I carved my initials Into his eyes So he'd always know Where his heart lies.
I severed the arms He used to touch, And hold me so close In a moment of lust.
And as for the tounge That uttered the words, I love you I love you I love you ...I heard.
But he'll never say them Not ever again. His tounge's in a jar Beside my notebook and pen.
Now his body's gone cold And I hope he's confused. He got what he wanted He chose to lose.
He shouldn't have promised What he couldn't give. He promised me forever, A lifetime with him.
Now he sits in my room And stares at the wall. He doesn't complain, Not ever at all.
I hold him close And watch him decay. Dear Little Puppet, Do you still want to play?
Puppet Love
