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by Iola Mar 9, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
It's there It still exists Your steel bars behind which you use to lock me You still care And will persists Whilst I'm still craving to live free My ankle Still clasped in a cuff That you locked with a special key You tackle From behind and it's ruff To explain what you cannot see Around me I taste danger As my memory provokes your hunger Let me be I'm becoming a stranger You'll only find me in the rain and the thunder Sleep well Your bed is self-made By a failure to accept who I am This spell Will eventually fade No more responsible for me So please remove your clamp