no you can’t see my shackles,

no ball, no chain.

that doesn’t mean I am free,

for you I’m a slave.

addicted to your touch,

you light up my nights.

give me company when im alone,

but at what cost? is this right?

im itching, im pheening,

I just need a break.

get out of my head!

what more could you take?

to be alone with my thoughts,

is merely a dream.

thanks steve jobs,

for this evil machine.