Sizzling bubbles over the top, 

A rag doll dragged

Up

Down 

Up,

and Down

Squeezed dry to the pulp

A frown called upon

You are obsessed

Can't seem to 

STOP

One after the other

You shun old, forgotten, lost toys

The problem isn't that you play

The problem is that you play with me

I just want you to go away

I guess no on ever told you 

I wasn't a piece in your little game