Principled, I am, or was
You got me twisted and it is so severe,
That I don’t understand myself at times
I could swear that you’ve put me under a spell
You’ve got me breaking all the rules
I was never one to bend my rules
But,
Those walls I built are all tumbling down
Feels like I’m a whole new person
I just don’t know how to cope with what I have become
Tell me, is breaking my rules worth it?
Because if at the end of it all it’s not
I would not know how to find who I was
Found it in me to accept that I am your voodoo doll
I do only what pleases you
My wishes are in material,
You redeem me from captivity
I AM YOUR SLAVE
© Nana.
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