It' s sad that you are you,
hurting me with things you say or do
Hanging on to a self-fulfilling prophecy,
unable to release your obstinacy
Treating me like a dog you send for a walk,
getting angry and refusing any talk
but why, what have i done?
we weren't even begun....
I feel like i've been beaten,
not fysically though it seems like that
When God created justice, where was i seated...
straightaway at the back?
Don't you want real life anymore?
Set free false judgements and open up that door...
Lead me the way to your heart for sure,
and let me be your private cure
Not only because i have a heart of gold,
but cause i long for it the most
I guess in spite of all you will remain icecold,
since habits are deep-roted in your "ghost"