I dont know when it changed,
When I started being to blame,
For that thing YOU "couldn't" do.
You used to look inside of me,
Like I was a treasure chest,
And you had the only map.
You could ignite me into ecstacy.
The puppet master....the master,
Pulling all the right stings.
Where did I go wrong?
Now I've turned invisible,
Like I have to be someone else.
You pretend I'm your whore,
Long enough to force your way,
Inside the place you once worshiped.
You make my swollen nipples bleed,
And I find its getting hard to breath,
With my head bouncing like a basketball
Between your hairy, muscled legs.
I feel vomit rise into my throat,
As I think of the way that you taste,
And how I used to love that taste,
Like it was some kind of miracle cure,
For the wrongs of the world....my world.
And to think, you son of a bitch,
That you wouldnt give a half a damn,
If I did the same for him tonight,
And you again tomorrow.
This is twisted.
I've got to get away from here,
A place where you always know,
That I will be waiting for you.
Mastur-bate until your fingers bleed,
I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING PUPPET!
Ohhh don't look so shocked, MY pet,
You "can't" love me and I WON'T beg.
My knees are too damn sore.