Tuesday, February 4, 2014

~~No Right at All~~

What right do you have
To treat me this way?
What right do you have
To make me believe
You're my only choice?

You've got no right.
You have no way
To make me bow--
So why do I bow
To you at every singe turn?

I've got no other choice.
It seems, to be free,
I'll need to get you away from me.
Turn away from me--
Please just let me go!

Follow the trail, if you can.
Chase me down, if you can--
I want to get away from you.
It was your choice to come
And find me this time.

So don't expect me to
Make that choice this time--
I never chose
To turn around
And bow to you again.

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