Puppet strings

You've got a puncture wound in your heart,
I won't offer to fix it this time round,
Because all you ever do is push the bullet into mine,
I've had enough of you and all the same old lies.

All I've ever had my eyes on was you,
I guess you could say I was blinded by my love,
Your beauty was another failure for my heart,
There's only so much one can take.

We've all had enough; you’re too much for me,
You need another fix, and this time I'm just not enough,
I can hear them screaming as you tear me apart,
Ripping from the seams, to the repairs in my heart.

You might want to be careful with those words,
And that belongs to me; perhaps I want it back?
I always knew you had a nerve,
Just I never believed my head, always followed my heart.

I presume everyone pays the price in the end,
For their mistakes and failure's,
Mine bigger than many; as you’re the one in my way,
Blocking every path and route away from this.

You're the spanner in my works,
The lies in my promises,
You're the tricks up my sleeve,
The beating of my heart.

The ticking of my time bomb,
And the horror in my dreams,
The master of my string's
I'm the puppet in your hands.

But the thing I love the most,
Is that there's nothing I can do,
So I'll sit here and let you do what you wish,
Because I'm just the bait in your master plan.