Feed me false words,
Play with my mind,
I am but a project,
for the "higher" of humankind.
Spend your hours alone with me,
Give me false hope,
I all but realize,
Youve bound my neck with rope.
Tell me one electric day,
That our play has been fun,
But now youve had enough,
So you pull the trigger of your figurative gun.
Leave me here wounded,
Filled with anguish and regret that I did not see,
Through all our time together,
You had planned on pulling the floor out from under me.
