You treat me like a voodoo doll,

I'm a pincushion used to vent your anger.

A pin for an enemy,

A pin for yourself,

A punch for me,

And a kick for measure.

You treat me like a pillow,

You scream into it with angst in your heart.

You bawl at me – "You're worthless!"

You scream at me – "Get lost!"

You rage at me – "Can't you do anything right?"

Next minute you purr – "I love you."

Lyria