She'd rather I was enthralled
When playing with my heart
Which way the wind blows
The randomness plays a part
I can't answer when she calls
By the end covered in scars
So however she does her thing
And whatever way she does it
She may think herself graceful
Her way is selfish, brutal
She's the cat, I'm the mouse
To play with my heart
She has no kindness inside
In the end
I am guilty as I was the one
Providing the heart
For her to play with
She bides her time
Until the day
Until she finds
The one she might cherish
The one she will love
