I was the creator.
I molded you from my imagination.
You was the one.

I designed you to precise.
And had all measurements just right.
You was the one.

Your inside was just like your outside.
Your eyes would light up just like the sunshine.
You was the one.

Others wanted a copy like you.
But you was never meant to be designed for two.
To me that would be just cruel.

And when you spoke.
You did it elegantly.
Similar to an educated royalty.
You was the one.

I guess I left the more important thing out.
And that was the emotion of love.
Cause when I mention it.
You seem lost.
Yes, you was the one.

Until you fail apart like a robot.
And without love.
You really doesn't have a lot.