Afterthoughts

Manipulate

You had me convinced I could,
Take this lifetime adventure,
Fly away with you for good,
Soak in our rapture,
But you grew tired of me.

Was I just your temporary play thing,
A puppet for your own amusement?
Someone who would dance and sing,
And praise you every time you played that convoluted tune.
You were the pied piper,
And I was your slave.
I should have broken free of your trace,
But now I am digging my own grave.

Regretting the decisions I made,
I am filled with a feeling of amnesia,
I wish all this could fade.
I never wanted to give it my all,
But you had me convinced,
That it was all a miracle,
I believed it,
Now it's nothing more than a puzzle.

You manipulated me,
And used me for our own desire;
You stabbed me in the heart over a thousand times
Then set my soul on fire
Now I'm only filled with ash
My heart no longer bleeds
Did you even stop to think
How much you took from me?

I believed in you and gave you my all,
But you just stood there laughing,
Watching them strip me as I fall,
Down again to my knees.
Why didn't I listen to my own instincts,
That were screaming at me?
I should have known better than to allow you,
To mold me like putty,
To shape me like clay.
You shouldn't play God with me,
Any year, month or day.
I'm sick and tired of your false words,
Coercing me to pay.

If only I had heard,
The pounding heart inside me,
If only to me it had occurred,
That you would have done this,
I wouldn't have believed it at all.
I wish I had now,
How did you even think of all this?
I can only question and ask, "How?"

So, I try to forget you and,
Go into my room to sleep.
But, then you seem to haunt me,
And my tears seem to seep,
Into a pillow of my own regrets.
You're making me feel like I now owe you a debt.
When you weren't even there,
Unless you need me for something.
You spinned a web of your pretty little lies.
I was caught in it like a moth to a flame,
All you're doing is playing a little game.
I'm getting pretty tired of playing it.
But, I still play it.