Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Wrong

You think you have me where you want me
A pretty little pet
You think I’ll stay and do your bidding

You break the vow you made
Yet expect me to keep mine
You sacrifice me on honor’s alter

Broken marriage
Broken promises
Broken heart

You think I’ll forget
You think I’ll appease you
But you are wrong.

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