Testo Can't

You can't put into words just how she made him melt
He moulded, folded, pasted and cut
His edited heart was his favourite work of art
And it surprised him everyday
The way she made him obey

You can't see clearly from your love tinted eyes
Erotic, robotic, bedroom lies Paid off in a blur
Fill him in and he was sat inside her
He can't complain about the strain of her relationship games

You can't dream vividly while nightmares run wild
You locked, blocked and mocked his smile
He's been destroyed
Tears come falling from her trained toy and with a sigh
He can't say why, but he can't say goodbye