And it was amazing how you told me how I felt

Told me why I cried

you told me all the things I thought

But I was the one who lied.

Allowing the words to roll

from my shoulders sagged with sin

I let them wash away

in a puddle, where ever I have been

Little smears across the door

ink stains on the sheets

mascara on the pillow case

screams come from the streets

I am left alone in my nightmare

and you still control the strings

I am left scared and helpless

by a puppetteer who cares not for his things.