Ball and Chain

I'm just sitting by my window, staring out at the rain. Just sitting at my window, escaping my pain, but then love got a hold of me, and it felt just like a ball and chain. That's exactly what it felt like, dragging me down. Why does every single thing I hold on to have to go wrong. It isn't fair, not at all what you do. Why can't I let you go, why do I hang on to you? Where do you get off causing me so much pain? Love should never be such a ball and chain.