If he carries out a wrong deed
It's on me
If you mess up
It's on me
The girl who feels slave
Chained up in that house
Held down by the blaming
Your rules
Your dictation
So hard to break free
Want to feel liberty
I want it to bathe over me
I no longer want to suffer
No longer want to be imprisoned
The shell I live in is cracked
And one day I swear for all I've suffered
I will pay you back.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
If he carries out a wrong deed
It's on me
If you mess up
It's on me
The girl who feels slave
Chained up in that house
Held down by the blaming
Your rules
Your dictation
So hard to break free
Want to feel liberty
I want it to bathe over me
I no longer want to suffer
No longer want to be imprisoned
The shell I live in is cracked
And one day I swear for all I've suffered
I will pay you back.
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