Sunday, 3 October 2010

Set You Free

(N.B - This is not about relationships)

 

I gotta walk away when temptations arise/

swallow my pride/

put my feelings to one side/

and do what’s right/

until it subsides/

I can’t remember how many times you’ve made me cry/

I can’t understand how this relationship can survive/ you

Sometimes, I just wanna take flight/

from this mess/

The future’s not orange, it’s not looking bright/

I’m sick of this distress/

I can see myself disappearing into the night/

And I won’t be yours in shining armour/

much longer/

Nor will I stand to gain/

from all I’ve lost/

I hold my head in shame/

Cuz I don’t wanna contemplate the end of this road/

The dead end/ I face/ every day/ of my life.

I’ve tossed/ it away. My heart is hardened with frost/

I feel like an impost/er. But I don’t mean to impose/no

I am here tryin’ to compose/

But heaven knows/

When my break’ll be, it may never come, I suppose/

God knows, I’m not a lover/ I’m a born fighter/

I’m a warrior/ But I’m tired of fighting your losing battle/

So I’m gonna throw my rattle/

Out of the pram/

Stop herding me like I’m cattle/

I’m a battl/ing ram/

I’ll tear down your whole army, then your castle/

Set this sham/ of a scam/

Into a blaze of glory/

Won’t bore you with my “Cinderella Story”/

You’ll be at the wrong end of my fury/

You pushed me down and kicked/

Didn’t count on a reaction, but I flipped/

I’ll rise out of these ashes like a Phoenix/

Can you believe this?/

How long will the list/ be/

of the amount of times you’ve dissed me?/

Are you even fucking listening?/

You should get dressed/ in your Sunday best/

Put on your formal threads/ The ones you’d see at a Christening/

Cuz I’m about to survive this fire, feeling the burn/

Rise out of these ashes and reflect the Sun, like Edward, I’ll be glistening/

I’m pure and addicting/ affecting/ your subconscious, restricting/ your move/ment like Venom/

abducting/ your heartbeat, advising/ your muscles/ to follow my orders/ adopting/

your body with my mind. Your heart will be aching/ to regain control.

That’ll never happen and you’ll find that to be frustrating/

Your power over me I am annihilating/ You’re finding me tempting/ and alluring/

You’re finding it agonising/ and annoying/

I’m finding it amazing/ and amusing/

You’re assuming/ You can do some begging/ and bargaining/

for your soul. Stop fucking babbling/

I’ll give you your body back when I’m done. Stop bawling/

or you’re in for a beating/

You’re the writer of your own destiny/ Your decisions are under my scrutiny/

So get it done and maybe I’ll set you free…

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