Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Wrapped up in oneself

Bind my hands

All to her, my moolah she would keep
my penny, my coupons, my charity
Nothing left for a novia lady
Benevolence forced to weep

Bind my hands, tie my heart
let me no longer in freedom be

Boutonniere of kindness will kill my hands
stream of fake love flows out my heart

Forced to give bind to love
bind to offer all of me

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