My darling, I love you, you know I do,
So why do you make it so hard to.
In fear, you reap exactly what you sow
It makes me feel as if im the scarecrow
Maintaining the crops, tending to the field
So that tomorrows is another bountiful yield
Of fear in abundance, and a non-existent future
Tell me love, do I have be your suture?
A suitor im inclined to be, and that no further
If im the one to tell you 'if' and 'whether'
You should stand up, sit down, do what i allow
Wear this, or that, and even to think now!
How often did you imagine i could keep this up for?
I didn't see my foot kept this long in this door.
