Oh, the girl I love, a source of joy and pain,
Her touch and her smile, they drive me insane.
But in her eyes, I see a darkness lurking,
A twisted desire, a penchant for hurting.

She plays with my heart, like a puppet on strings,
Her lies and deceit, they sting like bee stings.
And yet, I cannot help but love her still,
For her beauty and grace, they have a hold on my will.

What’s the point of being sad, if she can make me feel bad,
A victim of her cruel games, a love that’s gone mad.
She lies and manipulates, until she’s the one she hates,
A prisoner of her own mind, a soul that forever waits.

But I cannot let her bring me down,
For my heart deserves more than just a clown.
I’ll take a stand, and set myself free,
From the girl I love, who’s not meant to be.

I’ll find someone who loves me true,
And let my heart heal, like the morning dew.
For life is too short to waste on pain,
And my heart deserves a love that’s pure, not in vain.