I had no other choice, it was either that or let him control me
Let him dictate my sense of being and sense of safety
I didn’t want that, I like being free I like being challenged, being happy
And he compromised all of that, wouldn’t allow me to get off track
No, he wanted me to stay right on course and keep trucking
No outside stimuli, he demanded everything stay the same
Didn’t care it damn near drove me insane
All he required was obedience, and he demanded silence
He was a stickler for the smallest details, without fail
He would nit-pick at the possibility of anything that could go wrong
The sad thing is that some of the points he made were pretty strong
But if I were to disagree he would easily use fear to control me
And I’d just let him, because being comfortable is one hell of a drug
And he pushed that good shit I’m talking about a high that didn’t quit
I’m working just to get that hit, I’m like a fiend scratching an itch
And this asshole is treating me like I’m some kind of bitch
How could I not? If I didn’t it would never stop
I would stagnate to the point where my blood would start to clot
My heart would stop moving and I’d be reduced to simply breathing
I couldn’t have that, I needed my life back I needed more than air
I get up, I go, I comeback, I go down, do it again just to keep him here
That was my life, that was the struggle I was dealing with
The beauty of it all was that he didn’t make it seem like a fight
Almost felt as if I was the one who wanted it, even if it didn’t feel right
He’s manipulating me with safety, security, so called rules of society
Keeping me like a docile pet he would occasionally throw a bone to
A stamp or a drink to pacify the pain I’m going through
And I just had my fill of the so called “same”
And to be honest at times I would prefer to feel the rain
He protected me because he wanted nothing to happen to me
But he forgot that that equals that nothing happens to me
Life without growth is …
Time without purpose is …
How could I not? How else would it stop? He had to be dropped