I can feel in my soul tonight's cold again
In this household he builded
When he's the only one in control
My mind is going crazy
My pride, my dignity, gone missing
To the oblivion of his heartless body
I can't breath, I can't move,
I'm held frozen in his emotional prison
and physical trauma
I'm addicted to the feeling of freedom
I've created in my mind;
Wanting for more when he chained me
In his lustful embrace
Bruising my soul in every touch he made
I remember the rhythm of his breathing,
With the smell of drunken breath;
He whispered in my ears;
Closing my eyes;
Pulling my hair;
He said, "Oh darling, be a good marionette
to your husband"
I can't breath
I wanted to scream
I can't move I wanted to run
All I can hear is my heart racing;
I'm held frozen in his emotional prison
and physical trauma
Then he walked out of that door,
The door to my only freedom from his abuse,
But I don't have the key to set me free;
I couldn't deny I prayed in the dark
Facing to the Heaven
To set me free from the strings;
As if he is a Puppeteer
and I'm his little Marionette;
In a pull of the string,
I'll be the good doll ready for his command
I can't breath, I can't move,
I'm held frozen in his emotional prison
and physical trauma.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
I can feel in my soul tonight's cold again
In this household he builded
When he's the only one in control
My mind is going crazy
My pride, my dignity, gone missing
To the oblivion of his heartless body
I can't breath, I can't move,
I'm held frozen in his emotional prison
and physical trauma
I'm addicted to the feeling of freedom
I've created in my mind;
Wanting for more when he chained me
In his lustful embrace
Bruising my soul in every touch he made
I remember the rhythm of his breathing,
With the smell of drunken breath;
He whispered in my ears;
Closing my eyes;
Pulling my hair;
He said, "Oh darling, be a good marionette
to your husband"
I can't breath
I wanted to scream
I can't move I wanted to run
All I can hear is my heart racing;
I'm held frozen in his emotional prison
and physical trauma
Then he walked out of that door,
The door to my only freedom from his abuse,
But I don't have the key to set me free;
I couldn't deny I prayed in the dark
Facing to the Heaven
To set me free from the strings;
As if he is a Puppeteer
and I'm his little Marionette;
In a pull of the string,
I'll be the good doll ready for his command
I can't breath, I can't move,
I'm held frozen in his emotional prison
and physical trauma.