You control my thoughts and actions
And taunt me with your satisfactions.
You have hurt me and cut me more
But I’ll love you till my lips are sore.
I trusted you, believed you, your words had me sold,
But when I fell, you laughed, with your harsh voice cold.
It seems, I’m you slave, your beaten doll,
Just like the puppet hanging on your wall.
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