Your Voodoo Doll

The pain stops then starts again
Just like the pricking of a pin
You pick me out without a doubt
From a shelf of us that just want out
You make me cry, lie, live, or die
Or just simply torture the soul
Tweaking the strings that hold me together
Ripping them out with every tear that sheds
Just to simply see the deads fate
Served to you as you ate the love that we gave
To you I'm just your voodoo doll
Just like the rest of them all