He was criminally insane
Wringing hands, wild brain
Holding out on what he was
He was watching, grabbing paws
Treating me like a dog he trains
I'm so lucky, glad he came

It's fine, I swear, I like the light to leave his eyes
It's fine, so rare, a love like his just can't compare

When he fists a grasp about my arm
It's a child's hand-holding charm
I'm blushing under the crushing weight
He holds me back but it's too late
I'm fallen and he doesn't want me
My desperation is an ugly trait