wish to own everything.
wish to take your hand.
wish to own that pretty face.
wish to own you.
thought i had everything.
that i had your youth.
so willing to waste it
on pettiness and half truth.
and at night the voice
in the pillows tell you
that i'm not coming to.
and at night my pride swells
so that my voice
strikes you down.
freedom scares me
as does beauty.
must own everything,
must own you.
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