Set down your tool,
The damage is done,
I was a fool,
And you had your fun,

You took my flesh,
Replaced the pieces,
Renewed me from scratch,
One of your masterpieces,

You'd wind me up,
To keep me going,
And when my cogs got stuck,
You'd keep the gear oil flowing,

One of your perfect designs,
But boys will be boys,
Together, we made headlines,
But toys will be toys,

So now you've moved on,
To tinker with a new project,
My coils have slowed down,
And my gears grind in neglect,

Rusting in the midnight rain,
Left with no umbrella,
Erosion dilapidating my frame,
Clockwork Cinderella.

I killed a man tonight,
Witnesses by his side,
All I had to do was say the words,
Let go,

He closed his eyes to rest,
He drew his final breath,
I'm sorry but this is how it works,
Let go,

They told him not to worry,
They'll continue his story,
I told him that he'd fly with the birds,
Let go,

They told him not to worry,
He drew his final breath,
All I had to do was say the words,
Let go.

I envy the breath you take,
For the air you breath,
Provides better than I can,

I envy the clothes you wear,
They cling to your form,
Embracing you the way I can’t,

I envy the person you met,
How she laughed with you,
For her and I are not the same woman.

To live among spiders where webs make up paths,

Upon which I find myself tangled,

Forced to watch them roam with ease while they look upon me with judging eyes,

“A pity, such a pity.” They say as they pass,

Patronising me,

Just because my legs are accustom to simple silk,

Not emotional webbing.

It's a shame,
That roses have thorns,
But nothing's ever easy,

We're the same,
We learn to crawl,
Before our footing's steady,

Through the pain,
We all learn,
To find the meaning of beauty,

Thus, you came,
And made me fall,
And love is what you taught me.

I shall place pegs between the bricks,
Keep my hammer at the ready,
For when I strike with mighty hits,
My walls shall shift unsteady,

Left in the dark for so long,
See the brightness to come,
Blinded from what's right and wrong,
Guided by the heartstrings I strum,

Make ready as they fall,
Dance to avoid the rubble,
Or be struck and forced to crawl,
Be humbled or face the trouble,

Renounce my fortress, abandon my goddess.
Though one thing stays steady, I'll remain honest.

Vacant be my heart,
Though, it seeks no vacancy,

Home.
A place you will not find.

Not with me.