And the prettiest I've ever felt was when you had me on the floor begging for your hand to scold me Your punishment was something I adored. You tied me up in ribbons, and marked my skin with shades of blue and they reminded me of my shadow because I'd imagined it to be that color, too. I'd traded in flowers for ropes and chains and I'd submit myself to daily beatings just to feel pain. I knew, if I was good this time- I'd get a kiss or two. You call me princess when you're done with me and send me to my room. I often stare out of the window, and wonder why I do what I do but love is a funny thing, and you haven't a clue You don't know how to love me because you believe no one has loved you but oh, I do.