You, the image of perfection,
That I wanted to adore,
Until I saw reality
Which causes me to abhor

The perfection that you appeared
To have mastered in each form.
But that was just an illusion,
Like the heart I thought was warm.

How I curse my misperception,
For truly did you deceive,
Giving me the wrong impression
By causing me to believe

That there could be a life form with
Higher planes and trains of thought.
Now I’ve sacrificed everything
For a trifling thing of naught.

Long before I bought this store to
Have plenty of time with you,
And subsequently burned it down
Just to show that we are through,

You should have told me that you were
Plastic and not acting coy.
All this time I thought you flirted,
And it filled my heart with joy.

How I wanted to get close to
You and learn your inner feelings.
But then you double crossed me with
Your base and dirty dealings.

How could you look at other men
With the smile you had for me?
How could you expect me not to
Feel a stab of jealousy?

I tried to woo you several times,
But you never turned your head.
I tried to kiss you fervently;
You kissed me like you were dead.

Yet before I light this match and
Searing flames come rushing in,
You need to know it’s not your fault
That you are a mannequin.