When I think of you
I suddenly feel blue
The way you’re dressed
makes me depressed
You like to ridicule me
make me feel small
I’ve had it with your lies
The way you have to pry
Your tantrums are wild
Whilst my mood is mild
I feel an uncanny sense of doubt
because I know what your about
but still I stay
and tend to your ways
People say I’m mad, they’re probably right
This hate I feel, weighs me down
I’m yours for the taking
You take me by the hand, and I belong to you
