Puppet

Familiar stranger
Behind a mask
Coward in disguise.

This is not a test
This is over
A man that is not mine.

Whether this is to make me lonely
Or run back into his arms
I'll never give him the outcome

He desires...
His attention
i hope he get's all that he deserves,

And moves on
The malice has a purpose
It's just stupid.

Over a boy
That isn't mine
I deal with grief.

Only thing you prove
Is that you can
Easily be used.