You've hung my heart up on the thickest rope to suffer.
Tightening it everyday to make it tougher.
Slowly suffocating the life out of it ,
so it barely beats any rhythm
Rancorously loosing it's color and shape
From its continuous abuse and emotional rape.
Your the puppeteer, my heart calls you it's master,
Every time i see your face of treason it finds a way to beat faster.
You control it actions,deciding whether it empty or full,
But, today you have made your final pull.
I cut the rope with strength and hatred i have for you
You have hung your last rope... i hope your happy too.
***Melo u sed u wanted to dedicate it to u so here!***
