My life's meaning is lost in the sporadic lyrics of your lives. I'm floating endlessly on the river of emotions, games and desires you express. You want me to do this, say that in this particular way, cry on cue, you want me to love you and you want me to hate him. You want me to be excited and you rob me of my dignity. My principles, the things I think I know, my joy and my dream are neatly bundled in your cheap demands. You push me away, you refuse to come and expect me to hold on tighter.
I want to dig my nails deep into you and draw blood. I want to quench my desperate revenge. But I let it quietly brew inside of me. There's a time for everything. So for now, I'll beg you. For now, I will put everything aside and do as you say. I am your slave. And I prostrate at your feet. Your wish is my command, dear relative.
I want to dig my nails deep into you and draw blood. I want to quench my desperate revenge. But I let it quietly brew inside of me. There's a time for everything. So for now, I'll beg you. For now, I will put everything aside and do as you say. I am your slave. And I prostrate at your feet. Your wish is my command, dear relative.
