As Ink Is My Witness
Your cold hand tries to take mine
Big screen is my witness
But he only tries
After a long time, my body is only mine
I don’t owe you nothing
My arms, my legs, my mind, my will
For you, just expectations to fulfil
Like dead, not feeling any thrill
More than a name in your scoreboard
Control of the game is on me
I’ve got other places to be
And paths that lead me to the woman I want to reach
Mrs Dalloway showed me the way
Mrs. Sexton gave me a voice
Didion’s pen taught me to play it as it lays
But I only let one man to borrow my ink
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