You look at me with that smile
makes me feel like I can run for a mile,
till you trip me with your sexual statements and volgarity,
you hooked me in the beginning, made me feel special
but I had a lot wrong with my mental focuse.
This train of confusion keeps going and going,
I say " I care" or " I love you",
and you tell me what I should wear ( don't I look like a slut) or I wanna fuck you,
you'd think I'd get the message sooner, but I'm a slave to his wants,
and he's fulfillment to my love,
I'm chained down, he's out the impound and free as a dove,
"WHO AM I? " I say
"I DONT KNOW" I reply (I'm going insane)
oneday I'll be set free,but till then I'm chained to you.