I have to run,
It's sad but true.
For what you've done,
I would like to argue.
Is this what you call love?
You're scaring me.
You've kept me in a cage like a dove,
Under a lock and key.
Please let me go,
I'm not your doll,
Or trash you can throw,
I'm not taking that fall.
Your possessive whispers and obsessive eyes.
Go on I dare you, while I pray for your demise.
In this thing you call love, My freedom dies.
This, love? Yeah right..
