I'd given you my blood, my love and my tears
You swore forever, with me the rest of our years
But there's still blood in my veins, a heart in my chest
You left me broken, scattered and emotionless.
I guess I was just born to be throw away
A mistake, a failure, a puppet on a string
3:30am on a Thursday morn,
My bones tear through my skin I weep all alone
Haunted by the memories of both of our sins
I promised you forever, and ever, 'til the end
I guess I was just born to be thrown away
A disgrace, failure a puppet on a string...
I ain't no puppet, I'm a man
Abused, and tortured, misused, but here I stand
I ain't no villian, and I ain't no saint
I ain't no puppet on a string
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