You have chained her

mentally you have drained her

Sorrow sucked her ambition

her ability to fight

you have taken her fire

taken all of her desires

you never saved her

nor made her



she’s becoming your maid

Without her fire

she wears an apron

and misses lovely dresses on dates

a memory of her former self

a wife whos labola weighs

like the scares carried

became enslaved



the image of girl well behaved





you didn’t save her

you have taken her fire

now she’s constantly on fire

in your eyes she just a lair

a failure on your left side

you are in control like the driver

soon He crash , burning

and catches her fire