P.O.W

My hands are beind my back
But i am here by my own free will
And i hate myself every day for it

The key is in your hand
And the rope is getting tighter by the
Minute i get away,  ill come right back to you

Love is a battlefield
Weve all heard it before yet we
Find ourselves trapped, and we are
captured,all of us
All of us are prisoners of love and war

Torture me
You know you do
I love you,i hate you, i need you, i do

Your body, next to me
Your body, so far
I love you, i hate you, i need you, i cant

Love is a battlefield
Weve heard it all before, yet we
Find ourselves trapped and we are
Captives, all of us
All of us are
Prisoners of war and love