Sit, stay, fetch, heel.

So good i have become
at controlling the rage
that I'm bound and cant feel
the truth
anymore.

So quiet and caged
(with the key in my hand)

Despondent and broken
with only myself as my
keeper.
Well heeled, like a dog.
On a chain.
(down boi down)

I wouldn't know freedom
if it slapped me in the face.
(those gloves, those hands, are mine)

I am my keeper
and for that
i despise
my charge.