Prompt:

(Intro) (A single, melancholy piano riff repeats, 808 drums create a rhythm, then fades as a breathy, intimate vocal enters) He wasn't a puppet on my string… Just a man, with a heart of his own. (Verse 1) I built you a script before I knew your name, A starring role in my perfect fantasy game. I saw the set, the lights, the final bow, And painted your smile to fit me, somehow. You were the answer to every prayer I'd sown, My dream made flesh, my king, my throne. I loved the idea so fierce, so deep, I forgot to ask if the man could keep… (Hook) 'Cause I wanted a doll, not a soul, A reflection to make me whole. I loved the shadow, not the light, Then cursed the dawn that broke my night. I tried to carve you from living stone, And shattered my world when you stood alone. (Verse 2) The plot twisted when you wouldn't read your lines, Your "no" was a crack in my grand designs. Then came the proof, a life, a son, A thread of truth I couldn't outrun. So I sharpened my words into legal blades, Dug graves for your name in bitter shades. Whispered "poison" to anyone who'd hear, To kill your truth and feed my fear. (Breakdown) (Piano cuts out. Pulsating, dissonant synth and heartbeat-like percussion) (Spoken, breathless, over the rhythm) The courtroom… the whispers… the pills in the drink he wouldn’t take… My masterpiece… crumbling… Because he… kept… breathing. (Bridge) And one day the mirror showed the engineer Of every lie, every planted fear. The friend I drove to the edge of town, The lover whose real love I tried to drown, The child who sees a stranger's eyes… All the wreckage of my paradise. I didn't break the man I thought I owned… I just stood here… screaming… utterly alone. (Double Hook) 'Cause I wanted a doll, not a soul, A reflection to make me whole! I loved the shadow, not the light, Then cursed the dawn that broke my night! I tried to carve you from living stone, And shattered my world when you stood alone! Now the stage is empty, the script is ash, Just the echo of my own mad crash. I wanted a doll, not a soul… And I'm the ghost left in control. (Outro) (The piano riff from the intro returns, even slower, more fractured. Voice is a fragile whisper) He wasn't the puppet… Turns out… I was pulling my own strings all along. (Final, unresolved piano chord hangs, then fades to silence)