This is a battle this is a war
You made me your *****, your ******* *****

Manipulated, controlled, exploited misused
Your displays of love left me feeling confused

Crawling in your filth laid bare on the floor
You begged for my loyalty and harrassed me to adore

Spinning in circles your puppet of love
My background of misfortune
Made your abuse fit like a glove

Self doubt and insecurities were wearing me out
I was your follower, to your religion devout
Drowning in your sick attention
Cause self love i was without

Down on my knees you'd push and you'd shove
I knew it was abuse but you said it showed love
I lapped up the attention gazing up at you above

What was i thinking, i guess i'll never know
All i know is my minds been dealt a savage blow
No bruises from violence but your mental abuse still shows
Cause on me your sick love you chose to bestow