Puppet

Roses are reds violets are blue
What is it that I could do?
To hold you,kiss you and love you
Without there being wars and fights?
Is there anything I can do right?
Theres you,theres me and so many others in our way
What kind of game is this that we play?
We both know you don't feel the same
This is all just a big game
It's as if the devil himself wanted some fun
Just say it we all know it's done
I love you and you don't love me
So stop playing with my head and let me be
I'm the puppet and your the master
To be played with forever
While you sit there and enjoy the show
And my emotions start to overflow
And you play and mess around with them and keep them for yourself
And you put them on a shelf in the back of your brain where no one goes
The shelf of the puppets you continues to play
Day after day
You lead on that you have feelings for those puppets of yours
But you let their tears poor
You continue to play with their hearts til theres nothing left but a pile of dust
Nothing but dust
If that's love to you
Then your love isn't true
And that's something that just won't do