AbstractVanity

I give so much, ~ But take so little. ~ Leaving me empty, ~ In the middle.

When you're bored or filled with desire You pull me in by the puppet masters wire I don't refuse your empty invitation For I reason to myself in desperation I would the loose the chance to make you see My true devotion of what you mean to me And the small slim possibility you feel the same And it's not some way to fill some time through some sick game In which you play with the stitching of my soul Cut a few strands and tear a hole You know my loyalty won't waver Each time I'll return like you're my savior From a perfect fairy tale happy ending. For who needs time for mending When the some stitching of my sanity is still in pla