Isn't it strange how you pay so much to get your head in place
and yet
you end up back in the same place
with a headache and an empty wallet.
I wished you had of placed me in a place
where I was your king instead of being your slave.
Oh would give anything to be a bird, but I can't help but feel
that you clip my wings - what is this love that makes me feel so many things?
No, but I am too attentive to my mood too keep my head focused on my attitude.
I am no longer playing with whatever it takes, my heart is sorely punctured by your stakes.
