I love you, you love me

that's how things were s'posed to be

but you lied

and implied

that you didn't want to stay

and you broke my heart that way.

by the time of quarter-past broken

I knew that fate had changed

its plans

for me.

it had to end.

I had to make time for

the broken-ness to mend

and you'd bend-

over backwards to win

my heart again

but the pain

was just too great

to go back and let you repeat

your mistakes.

I still couldn't let you go

thinking as though

you could get away

without a say

or a care

or what you did

to me

to you

to my heart

I'd have to teach you

so you wouldn't do this again.

at half-past broken

I found a few last soaking memories

the last piece of the plan

everything pulled together.

you'd finally understand what you did

and everything you had caused

the tears

the blood

the pain.

another break in me

and you'd feel it.

another tear shed

a drop of blood bled

another stab of pain

(maybe another you)

and you'd finally get it.

oh, what's wrong now?

don't you understand?

your big master plan

to have me

has finally paid off.

now you've got me

in your hands

your very

own doll

of you.