The control is like a vicegrips, it sneaks round my neck
And I wonder which part of me she will wreck
With the next seize
I let go and I believe 
That everything is okay
Innocently go about my day
And then it comes 
Like a wave of a hundred drums
Banging their beat
Like people with the floor and feet
And she snatches up what she can grasp 
But this thing can never last
Coz it just burns the fuse
When I am something she would use
To ameliorate herself
And gain some kind of wealth
In someone else’s eyes
But it’s a disguise
And the lies
Are so obvious now
But when I believed them, not somehow

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