hate to fit a stereotype,
Yet I know, it's true but sad,
I've turned into one of those girls,
Who marries somebody just like their dad.
Just like him, I know where you stand,
And I want nothing but your attention.
Though I'll try to be brave, and do as you say,
There's one thing about me I should mention.
I hoard what I got, I have to!
There's so little that I can call mine.
Not your love, a few clothes,
Some memories, and lots&lots of time.
You're so like me that I bare to you,
My very pulsing heart,
Trustingly, all of my thoughts,
And dreams of a brand new start.
And you are my master,
A game out of control,
I started the game, yes,
But you never stopped playing your role.
Everything I have you indulge in,
And that's how it should be, of course.
What I get you are welcome to,
But I must remember what's yours is yours.
What do I have left, after you assault,
Only one thing, do you see?
The part of me that keeps you around,
What's mine is my own pussy.
Don't worry, I'm weak,
But you know this, your predators eyes are alight,
You'll make me yours, if it's all that you do,
You're prepared to put up with my fight.
And i know you'll just take me,
You do whenever you please,
But maybe be gentle, start slow?
Smile at me, as you part open my knees,
And where you're not welcome, go.