It was too toxic to live under your dictate
When all of my routines cannot be locate
When my mind is fabricated with mists of ecstasy
How I wish I could discard your fantasy
It was such a boorish trait, too keep you tight
When it was all about figment and fright
Your words are my cell, your embrace is my prison
How I wish I could seek for liberty while I was grasping for your love to be free
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