Puppet
Tired of the season
You’ll grow tired of our changing love
Did you fool me
Words are pleasantries
Till your arms dance with lustful dreams
Do you crave me
Sabotage to see
When you will leave
Or if you really
Value and will assure me
A puppet on a string
Where am I moving
My brain is king
Till it no longer traps me
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