You ask if my heart was yours to own
And I say
My heart was broke so no, though my soul I give thee to hold
Your soul? What could I do with that? You asked as you grasped the small white flame
And I say
Through my soul, that you now hold, I am yours to pose.
A smile and a squeeze, I do as you please.
A twist and a curl my body whirls through the flames feeling no pain
A mere puppet on display
And you shall say
Today is the date that you sealed your fate earning the love of your dear
Puppeteer...
