Chainz
Its like starting empty
And slowly being filled
With your sweet image
Pulling at my will
Its not like you try
To condemn my heart
To beleive in only you
It happened from the start
My dreams are stained,
My conscience chained
I'm tethered too
With constant thought
Of me and you
I can hear the rattle
Of my chains being drawn
It's a constant battle
To not be your pawn
It's not that you want
To completely hold my soul
Or control my mind
But It's getting old,
To fear your kind
Copyright © Matthew Pawlak | Year Posted 2009
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