Pull My Strings Til You Get What You Wanted.
I Hate to Tell You, But My Love is Haunted.

To You, I Will Give My All.
Until You Cut My Strings and Let me Fall.

And if Our Tragedy is Where Life Begins,
I'll Pick Up My Strings and Love Again.

Lost Love is No Burden too Heavy for Me to Hold.
As I've Done My Time Living in the Cold.

When Understanding
meets Love and Grace.
Then You,
My Puppeteer,
I Will Face.

One More Moment, One More Chance,
Pull My Strings and I Promise I'll Dance.

Give Me Time and Give Me Your Hands.
We'll Pull Each Others Strings to Find Romance.

And If I Cant Be Yours Forever,
I'll Cut My Strings on This Endeavor.

You Were Never Less and I Was Never Better.
You Were Blind and I was Never
Clever.

Now it Seems Oh So Clear
I Cannot Love You,
My Puppeteer.

Like Untouched Water,
I Steadfast.
Like Nonviscous Lava,
You Fled Fast.
Time No Longer Holds Essence,
Because Your Love is No Longer a Presence.

You Wanted Flowers So Bad,
But You Forgot to Water Them.
They Cant Grow On Their Own
And Neither Can You

And Then I Realized,

   I Almost Forgot That I Missed You.

Time Slowly Being My Only Assurance,
That I Am Starting to Feel Better.

And Then I Realized,

   I Almost Forgot That I Missed You.

Memories and Moments Confuse my Acceptance as My Mind Clings to The Memory of Us.
Wondering When My Heart Will Rest and Quit Beating to The Sound of Your Voice.

Then I Realized,

   I Didnt Forget That I Missed You.

Now the Water Flows so Effortlessly,
Like a Natural Spring.
My Eyes Become Wells as My Cheeks Turn to Streams, Slowly Drifting You Out of My Conscience.

The Disturbing Irony Tests My Temper That I Want Comfort From the One Who Hurt Me.

Then I Understood.

The most Loving Act She Could do, Was Letting Me Go. Hoping I Find Comfort in Myself.