I could publish a book of the things that you've done
to hurt me
You keep me on your hook but there's no way I'd run.
Don't desert me.
I know that for you, it's all about you.
But please don't let me go!
For at least I can feel each time you run me through.
Your cold steel's all I know.
- -
You're in control.
You've captured my soul and there's no escape for me.
For I want to belong, any way that I can.
I don't care if your love is fake (baby).
- - -
I'm every woman.
I'm every woman who can't accept
that a man should be kind.
So I'll follow behind you. Head down.
It's easier just to be kept in these chains.
-
Nothing remains now but the ghost
of the woman I could've been.
My friends turn away from me
yet still they grieve
as I fulfill their prophecy.
Some say I'm a prisoner of my own device.
Well maybe that's true
'cause I never think twice before
coming back to you.
Running back to you.
I belong to you!
- -
You're in control,
and so I extol virtues which I know you don't possess.
They think I'm blind, but I see
every moment with you as a test
I fear I'll fail.
- - -
I'm every woman.
I'm every woman who can't believe
that I'm better than this.
Just one kiss
from your poisonous lips
and I fall to my knees.
-
So open the door to my cell and I'll walk right in.
They say this is hell
but for me it's just home
and it's better than being alone.
Alone...
You're in control!
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
I could publish a book of the things that you've done
to hurt me
You keep me on your hook but there's no way I'd run.
Don't desert me.
I know that for you, it's all about you.
But please don't let me go!
For at least I can feel each time you run me through.
Your cold steel's all I know.
- -
You're in control.
You've captured my soul and there's no escape for me.
For I want to belong, any way that I can.
I don't care if your love is fake (baby).
- - -
I'm every woman.
I'm every woman who can't accept
that a man should be kind.
So I'll follow behind you. Head down.
It's easier just to be kept in these chains.
-
Nothing remains now but the ghost
of the woman I could've been.
My friends turn away from me
yet still they grieve
as I fulfill their prophecy.
Some say I'm a prisoner of my own device.
Well maybe that's true
'cause I never think twice before
coming back to you.
Running back to you.
I belong to you!
- -
You're in control,
and so I extol virtues which I know you don't possess.
They think I'm blind, but I see
every moment with you as a test
I fear I'll fail.
- - -
I'm every woman.
I'm every woman who can't believe
that I'm better than this.
Just one kiss
from your poisonous lips
and I fall to my knees.
-
So open the door to my cell and I'll walk right in.
They say this is hell
but for me it's just home
and it's better than being alone.
Alone...
You're in control!
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