So This Is How It Feels To Be Free

I really wish I were free from the clutches You have put over me You’ve got me bruised and choked and hurt And covered my eyes so I can’t see. I cannot show my abuse Or my longing for my freedom I wish I were sometimes all alone Marching to the bat of my own drum. I yearn for my times away from you When I am out of your reach Only then can I begin to relax And breathe a sigh of relief. I come home and go out to see you And you always act so sweet Then you turn when we’re alone Into some sort of vicious beast. You throw me up against the wall And bang my head into the bricks But I still come back to you every night Because I’m brainwashed by your tricks. You beat my arms and pull my hair Leaving bruises no one can see It makes me believe you aren’t in love And that you only want to hurt me. I can’t physically leave you Because I am way too in love But I do wish I weren’t being hurt I want to instead be your treasure trove. I’m trapped in a triangle That I can’t even hope to leave I stay and believe you’ll get better For the old you, I refuse to grieve. But I decided it was too much And slowly walked away I pushed myself out of your grip And quietly slipped away. When you followed me later Trying to force me in your car I wised up and took off running And home really wasn’t that far. I saw you handcuffed and in the squad car Being driven away from me I walked away from your abuse forever So this is how it feels to be free.