Ticking towards madness

We're only have one life to waste, so why not find more time to play? Why am i all alone? My heart is bleeding ink, it must because was broke. Now it's bleed sour, but it's rain makes beautiful flowers. Hearing a click, what does it tick? This lonely doll is going madness full insanity. Toymaker chains, enslaved me, i tore the strings attached and hang me, now this puppet isn't so ideal. Cause all i been enamored with a feeling like the inanimate, pretend and fake it and made it feels so real. Looking in my mind, why did all the love? Did i lost it? I don't know? It's a puzzle you and i can't solve it. When keep make me doll up, this feeling making me sick, been broken up, wounded up. Then my madness started to tick. Your touch was once warm but now it's colder. You don't play with me any more, is just it because we're older. You can't stop my fake world even if you put the plug.