"You control me,"
kept running through my head.
It's so wrong,
this is wrong;
when jealousy becomes a blonde.
Staring, thinking, dreaming,
guilty pleasures for a drink.
Oh,
ease your mind,
test the pace.
My head's a fucked up place.
Dar-ling Dearest,
Honest Heart;
hesitant and Thou-
where art?
God, please save me;
what is this?
Is there something I have missed?
Is this normal,
do I dare?
Jealousy has stripped me bare.
But I can't turn and I can't stop,
this situation is my cop.
He's on my tail,
he's got my fine
but I don't want to do the time.
What to do,
where to go
when false authority runs the show?
"You control me,"
I've been thinking
and I'm starry-eyed, unblinking.
"You control me,"
written out
as true then as it is now.
This poem is your's
to never recieve
unless the world finds
it's worth keeping.
So good-night
my Mister,
farewell.
Hush;
sleep now,
don't we tell.
 
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