The Slave

What's with this sob story when all you want is to be intimate?

Talking so blatantly,

Starting to question if I should remain being delicate.

So now is it my fault, because I never really tried?

I'm sorry to say it, but I never asked for your lies

So don't try to get at me with that tear in your eye.

Never expected all this to become so huge.

I used to looked at you like you were my muse.

And in my view,

I think you're the one confused.

I did things that I thought would make you happy,

Even though at times you would consider it just a bit sappy.

But now, how?

How is everything changing?

Is it because of me? Because I wouldn't fall for things?

Keep mentioning that man while trying to get me for a fling.

I was not the one getting you into my bed.

And now it feels like you're just messing with my head.

If that's truly how you feel

Then you should peel,

Leave, get out,

Because for you I will no longer kneel.