Not a sane thought in my head

Just the way you'd run the bed

Keep me in your control

Like a weak pawn

Now you've lost it, Your control gone


I have these bruises on my arms

Because I can't resist your charms

I'm not sure what's real or not

But, it's not me, that you've got




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