Nothing compares when it comes to the pain.
And when it comes to sanity, sanity isn't sane.
She had my feelings and my heart.
But everyday she tore it apart.
Still I love her and she can't see.
the person that I'm trying to be.
On a daily basis I fight my rage.
An uncontrollable animal released from it's cage.
And everyday I choke back the tears,
along with them I choke back fears.
Fears of rejection and fears of hurt.
Fears that keep me ever alert.
She won't know she's the marionet
that she controls me, her obedient puppet.
She won't know her control on me.
These are things she'll never see.
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