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