A Narcissist'S Play Thing

 A Narcissist's Play Thing

You’re my pretty puppet on tight strings
Upon the stage we go.
I'll roughly make you dance around
And swing you to and fro.
Your big eyes how they flutter
My face lights up with glee
As the tiny strings on your wooden heart
Are being pulled by me.
Why are you so stupid puppet?
How can you be so dumb?
How can wood complain about the pain
As I crush it under my thumb?
Every day we'll put on makeup
Every day paint on a smile
While you pretend your life will end
If only for a while.
By your taunt strings I'll control you
Twirl you round so playfully
The audience will ooooo and ahhhhh
My love's a prison you'll never flee.
Then after the show is over
In a box you'll be neatly tucked
My mask will fall
I fooled you doll

Little puppet your strings are cut.