Just a play thing, for my making,
Be the partner that's impossible to be.
Acts of service, show you're worth it
And I'll still turn you away.
In position, stand and listen.
Read the script, say the words that reassure me.
Change your clothing, change your loathing.
I will tell you who to be.
You exist for me.
I'll tell you when you're free.
Toys in your game.
Use us all the same.
If I only knew,
In your world there's only you.
Just a doll for my leisure.
I'll manipulate your life to suit my pleasure.
Show you want me.
Not so close dear, or I'll show you my disdain.
Poke the ribs, twist the arm,
Grab the legs, beat the doll against the table.
In my way, you will pay for the shame that lives inside.
The truth I'll always hide.
My innocent disguise.
Toys in your game.
Use us all the same.
If I only knew,
In your world there's only you.
Breathless moan, saltless tear.
Aching cry that echoes loud but no one hears.
Broken figure, just a shadow of the man that used to be.
All he used to be.
Scars that no one sees.
Toys in your game.
Use us all the same.
If I only knew,
In your world there's only you.
Original text:
A toy to be played with.
Dressed and undressed, propped and positioned,
Given roles to act, provided the words to speak.
Held by the legs, beaten on the table,
Scapegoated for the shame of the child owner.
Turned away as an abomination when it wanted for itself.
Tossed into a dusty corn when its utility waned.
Still and lifeless, face-down in the dark, ragged and worn.
Limb sockets loose from over-manipulation.
Hair worn away in patches.
Missing an eye.
Through the narrow blinds, the shifting sun scathes the lonely, broken figure.
A breathless moan.
A dry, saltless tear.
Withered and weak, like the neglected cow whose milk is taken, but who is not fed.
Toys in your game.
We're expendible, all.
In your world there's only you.