I stood with my hands chained,
crying for help,
blindfolded.
I heard knives and guns,
ready to torture me;
hopeless.
I heard you
crying for help
to set me free.
But I didn’t know,
you were the one
torturing me.
I guess loving you
was a blindfold,
full of lies
But I still couldn’t;
Couldn’t fall out
of love
I didn’t realize I was
blindfolded
|S.R.|
