I lay here in bed
With wet hair
And a book in my hand
And it hits me..
What I have traded her for.
I've traded her cuddles
For a cold bed.
Her kisses for a
Drunken strangers.
Her love for
A boy who won't remember my name
In the morning.
I've traded her comfort
For nobody to hold me
Her sweet caresses
For a heavy body on top of me
All because
'I want to be free'
But I want to go back in
That cage
With her and scream **** the  world
And be with her and be with her
And be with her and be with her
And be with her and be with her
And be with her and be with her.