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Plaything
All you did was lie to me
And I did was eat it up
Hanging on your every word
Believing everything you said
Even when it didn't make sense
Even when I should have known
That the things you were telling me
Weren't real and couldn't be
Even when the others
Acting on your behave
Kept trying to get me
To fuck off
And leave you alone
Because I wanted you
And thought I needed you
Because you told me
That you loved me
And made me out to be
The one you wanted
While you made me out to be
The villain, the creep,
The stalker, the freak
To everyone else
All of us hanging
On your every word
Longing to give you
Our heart and our loyalty
To do whatever you asked
I didn't see it then
The manipulative bitch
You truly are
But I've wisened up
And now I want nothing more
Than to see you
Broken and beaten
A crimson, pulpy mess
Part of a masterpiece
Painted with
Blood and brain
Urine and fecal matter
Pain and suffering
Anger and torment
I want to tear you to pieces
Like you did to my heart
And I did was eat it up
Hanging on your every word
Believing everything you said
Even when it didn't make sense
Even when I should have known
That the things you were telling me
Weren't real and couldn't be
Even when the others
Acting on your behave
Kept trying to get me
To fuck off
And leave you alone
Because I wanted you
And thought I needed you
Because you told me
That you loved me
And made me out to be
The one you wanted
While you made me out to be
The villain, the creep,
The stalker, the freak
To everyone else
All of us hanging
On your every word
Longing to give you
Our heart and our loyalty
To do whatever you asked
I didn't see it then
The manipulative bitch
You truly are
But I've wisened up
And now I want nothing more
Than to see you
Broken and beaten
A crimson, pulpy mess
Part of a masterpiece
Painted with
Blood and brain
Urine and fecal matter
Pain and suffering
Anger and torment
I want to tear you to pieces
Like you did to my heart
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