You came to me, not long ago,
Wanting to take my
joy.
I guess you thought you had the
power,
To make me your puppet, your
toy.
To think that you could pull my
strings,
And make me fall
apart,
To think that you had any
say,
Over the condition of my
heart,
Tells me what a truly
lost
And sad individual you
are,
Cause really all you are to
me,
Is a soul out there
afar.
In your jealousy, you
said,
Oh so foolishly,
Lies that those who
know me,
Would never remotely
believe.
I have for you, only pity,
And a bit of
laughter too,
Cause in the end, all you really did,
Was
make a fool of you!
