The Art of Confusion

Shaking His Hold

I loved you,

And I still do,

But my patient pleas just didn't break through.

When I complained,

'Twas just a few,

But I lay there cooking in your stew,

And maybe that's what you intended to do,

Deep down inside I know you knew.

But it doesn't matter anymore

'Cause now I've walked out through the door,

All your deeds are said and done,

My independence has begun.

Now you beg me for a chance,

Ask me out for one more dance,

Your words still echo in my mind,

The games you played in dark design,

Lure me in, try to be nice,

But I won't fall for lying twice,

It still hurts about the same,

The gentle way you cooed my name,

The sweetest poison in your eyes

While you delivered all your lies,

And now I see it all again,

For now I know my Daddy's dead,

Replaced by stranger, Silvertongue,

Who did what Daddy'd never done.

You don't control me anymore,

And I won't go back through that door,

You can't tell me what to do,

I don't have to listen to you.

I am me, I'm good inside.

You can't say that I never tried.