Ever since I met you
You did it from the start
You played God with my emotions
You ruled my soul, my brain, my heart
I don't know how it happened
But, what gave you the right
To take over my being
Right from that first night
Without you I'm not finished
I'm not first inside my mind
I now am always second
Or even much farther behind
I know God has all the power
He made the apple and the cart
But, God comes in behind you
when it involves ruling my heart
I know that I just need you
Every day more than before
I love you more each morning
I guess that's what love is for
But, tell me what exactly
Lets you play God with my head
Controlling how I'm feeling
My thoughts are yours instead
I've been yours from the beginning
You turned me completely outside in
I can not live with out you
I'm like a woodsman made of tin
Without you I'm not finished
I'm not first inside my mind
I now am always second
Or even much farther behind
I know God has all the power
He made the apple and the cart
But, God comes in behind you
when it involves ruling my heart
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
Ever since I met you
You did it from the start
You played God with my emotions
You ruled my soul, my brain, my heart
I don't know how it happened
But, what gave you the right
To take over my being
Right from that first night
Without you I'm not finished
I'm not first inside my mind
I now am always second
Or even much farther behind
I know God has all the power
He made the apple and the cart
But, God comes in behind you
when it involves ruling my heart
I know that I just need you
Every day more than before
I love you more each morning
I guess that's what love is for
But, tell me what exactly
Lets you play God with my head
Controlling how I'm feeling
My thoughts are yours instead
I've been yours from the beginning
You turned me completely outside in
I can not live with out you
I'm like a woodsman made of tin
Without you I'm not finished
I'm not first inside my mind
I now am always second
Or even much farther behind
I know God has all the power
He made the apple and the cart
But, God comes in behind you
when it involves ruling my heart
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