You took your scalpel and cut into my soul,
you gripped my mind wit your forceps and wouldn't let go,
held on to everythin i was,
and disposed of it like toxic waste,
like i didn't deserve to be myself,
what was i?
a trophy for the surgeons shelf?
You pulled me into theatre,
layed me out on the table,
i was more than willin to give my love to you,
i didn't need an operation.
You gripped on to me,
wit those giant ass tweezers,
and plucked away at my bein,
then closed my eyes wit sleepers.

Blinded by love, eyes wide shut,
i was at the mercy of your chisels,
as my personality got cut,
usin your clamp you held me down,
coz only you mattered right?
not allowed anyone else around...
Usin your applicators you applied the rules,
set into my mind like plaster cast,
i stuck by them for you,

Usin your disectin kit, you picked away at my bein,
but bein smart you counter acted what you were doin,
by showin me this love laced wit morphine...
leavin me dazed i wasn't to know,
as you were drillin away at my existence,
i was so caught up n didn't wanna to let go.
With your probin tools you delved deep inside,
and cut wit your scissors any of my emotional ties,
usin a few pads to ease the bleed,
as i lost everyone that ever meant anythin to me.

After you were done i was your perfect creation,
but somehow one day i didn't feel right,
i felt empty n didn't trust my surgeon,
I thank god i woke to the gas mask suffocatin me,
and was able to remove the patches,
that covered my eyes n see.
The suction tubes you used,
sucked out the last of my emotions,
but i had enough left to become wise,
nothin could help you then, no amount of potions

You made one fatal mistake durin surgery...
you left out a stitch,
which left it open enough for me to see,
now look at what you created,
a cold hearted bitch.