"Puppet Love"
Why?
Why don't you love me?
You say you do,
But you don't,
You love your puppets.
I'm nothing,
I'm dirt,
Just something to take your frustrations out on,
I'm empty,
I'm hurting.
Why don't you love me?
Why do you love those puppets?
They're useless, hollow, hideous.
I'm useful, real, loving.
I'll return your love.
But instead you choose,
Those nasty puppets.
You make them from people.
Living, breathing people.
Atleast, they were,
But not anymore.
I think that maybe, maybe,
If I die,
If I end my life,
You'll turn me into a puppet also,
Then maybe, maybe,
You'll love me too.
Why don't you love me?
You say you do,
But you don't,
You love your puppets.
I'm nothing,
I'm dirt,
Just something to take your frustrations out on,
I'm empty,
I'm hurting.
Why don't you love me?
Why do you love those puppets?
They're useless, hollow, hideous.
I'm useful, real, loving.
I'll return your love.
But instead you choose,
Those nasty puppets.
You make them from people.
Living, breathing people.
Atleast, they were,
But not anymore.
I think that maybe, maybe,
If I die,
If I end my life,
You'll turn me into a puppet also,
Then maybe, maybe,
You'll love me too.
