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The End of Your Show

It makes me sick, when I think about how I used to love you.
You and your sick little games
I was like your puppet, doing whatever you want me to do.
Like your dummy, always the one getting in trouble or hurt.
But I can’t deal with it any longer,
Can’t take the stupid games you play.
Can’t take the fact that you try to mess with my mind,
Trying to control my thoughts and feelings.
You try to make me jealous,
Try to make me come back to you, begging for forgiveness.
Well you were quite the magician, and you put on a good act.
But it’s over now.
I tired of the same replays, the same old tricks I already know.
It’s getting boring, getting frustrating.
It’s the end of the show now, your done, goodbye.
Pack up your wand, and your bag of tricks,
‘Cuz I can’t stand watching you any more.
I’m not your, doll, not your puppet,
And you’re not the director of my mind.
You tried to hypnotize me, with your looks,
But you can’t fool me, or the mind inside my head





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