• Object of your will,
    Pull me by the strings.
    Tool of your benefit,
    Yet I'll continue to cling.

    Ungrateful you are,
    Though whose flaws I'd ignore.
    Lacking care for me,
    Should've realized you're a whore.

    Thrown aside,
    Like discardable trash.
    Embers of my forsaken love,
    Now reduced to ash.

    Lost your illusion,
    The real you shown rotten.
    The aftermath of your reign,
    Left me used up and forgotten.