LS/MFT

Narrowing his eyes God only knew what she'd try Obsessed with drawing lines What's wrong with saying, "this is mine?" He says her pain subsides He only wants a quiet mind Control is the prize A different mark for every time He thought he'd been defied He said she left some marks on him inside Keep your eyes on me Never lie to me Strike to shape what you see You stayed willingly She's healing up just fine To take what's coming up next time Striking with an open hand Mind set even as sense unwinds Tightening the ties that bind The cells are self-assigned Keep your eyes on me Never lie to me Strike to shape what you see You stayed willingly Keep your eyes on me Never lie to me Strike to shape what you see You stayed willingly