when you told me we'd talk later was when i'd had enough.

i’m going to melt down

all of your little tin soldiers.

melt them down and down.

liquid.

liquid.

and you can’t stop this.

you think that this is your game.

well, you’re losing.

just like you lost me.

this is all the same.

to you, i’m just a different name.

you’ve got big, blue eyes.

and a shriveled, black heart.

i want to be yours still.

though i never was to start.

you’ve kicked me around one last time.

and now you mean nothing.

blasted into oblivion.

silence?

i’m sick of being your mime.