Control18:21 Jun 14 2006
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This was written about an over-controlling, abusive (in every way possible) person.
Im staring at the lightbulbs in my ceiling fan.
hearing the voices roll through my head.
remembering another place and time
remembering when everything was peaceful and fine.
I take myself back, just a little ways,
and recall those times when i had fun in my careless days
In disbelief of how I have now changed
I realize it, and I am to blame.
I let him control the things I say, the things I do,
as well as the way I am to.
No longer the firey spirit, careless, wild, and free,
Me, a dog, on a leash.
I am to blame for he who controls me.
Patiently, I await, the time I'm set free,
but until then, I must be what he wants me to be.
There is no understanding for this, I agree,
But I must deal with this untill, once again, I can be me.
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