With a knife I slit his throat,
Like a lamb I led him to the slaughter house.
He was my pawn and the chessboard was broken,
And so I let him go,
Without saying goodbye.
With words I made her mine,
Ballads of untruth did she dance to.
Like a puppet,
I pulled her strings in glee,
Then watched it snap as she fell to the ground.
His mind was my plaything,
Her emotions, my toy.
And like a child with violent tendencies,
I broke them to pieces
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