Testo Can't

He can't put into words
Just how she made him melt
She molded, folded, pasted and cut
His edited heart was her favorite work of art
And it surprised him every day
They way she made him obey

He can't see clearly Through love tinted eyes
Her erotic, robotic bedroom lies
Paid off in a blur for the minute he was let inside her
He can't complain about he strain
Of her relationship games

He can't dream vividly
While nightmares run wild
She blocked, locked and mocked his smile
He's been destroyed
Tears come falling from her trained toy
And with a sigh he can't explain why
But he can't say "goodbye."