KellyWyndham Posted March 3, 2007 Share Posted March 3, 2007 Your control over me gets stronger. I'm the only one you have left so you need to keep it there. Promises of freedom, Promises you gave me, You now deny them all. At times when I'm avoiding you, When my anger burns me inside out, At times like this, I think to myself. You'd rather I was an enemy in your house Than a friend outside of it. Everyone tells me you'll never change I act like I've known it all along But in truth I'm always hoping. And still I see some naive light of optimism That gets crushed everytime. Everytime you ignore me Everytime you hurt me And every time you don't care. I only wish you were what we all hoped you could be But as it stands, your weapon of choice is still CONTROL. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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