You play with my heart just like a tool
giving no care what the results of your actions
you pull and pull the string that my heart is threaded together with after you break it
leaving it to dangle on one tiny string
I ask you for a actual reason for your choices and you give me heartache
Threads are coming undone and blood of love is spewing at the seems
You cant tell me anything but that I am only causing Drama
Now undoing the last string that is keeping me whole
about to drown in my own pool of sorrow
You Ignore me
now its too late
Its undone
I’m dead
just a simple of answer would of sufficed
But your kill me slowly in your foolishness