Mime as a puppet,
Almost not being it yet,
When the day comes,
You can call me dumb.
Living in fear,
So does tears,
How can it stop?
My heart already drops.
Being your mistress,
It makes me stress,
Promise everything we go through,
Because I do love you,
Is this a battle?
You put me in a bottle,
Even though you’re not mention,
It seems I’m as an auction.
I hear the devil’s call,
Automatically make me fall,
I know the time has arrive,
Waiting for me to arise.
The sky turns dark,
Wish for that luck,
I want you near,
To banish my tear.
I lay myself down,
But I look like a clown,
Feed me with love,
So that I won’t drown.
-Me-
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