I Am Her, She Is Me
A beautiful princess, you're cast under her spell,
While in the corner of my eyes, tears start to swell.
Her ball gown flows to the floor,
And down my cheeks, the tears start to pour.
You play with her long brown hair,
My lungs hurt as I gasp for air.
You take her hand, and lead her across the floor,
I drop to my knees and beg for no more.
As she glides in your arms, and gives you a grin,
The room suddenly begins to spin.
The white walls press in, and I give out a cry,
Her hand covers her mouth, as she stutters a lie.
You nod your head and begin to wonder,
And fast as that, she is gone like thunder.
Her feet catch her off balance,
And I tell her she can't move without my allowence.
She glances at me and slams down her fists,
Someone holds out their hand to assist.
I dare her to take it and how sorry she'd be,
Once again, her rage doesn't affect me.
She picks herself up and heads for home,
Somewhere inside, she knows where I roam.
I find her in the kitchen that night,
Her eyes glowing a red light.
She feels the cold touch from my lips,
As I see the bloody wrist that she grips.
Her eyes are stern and bleeding gold,
But I refuse to offer her a hand to hold.
I grab the scissors and cut her hair,
And I know all the looks, I know all the glares.
I tear her dress right down the seam,
In her eyes, tears begin to gleam.
I laugh my mocking laugh in style,
In her throat, she tastes the vile.
I stand her up and twirl her round,
For the door, she starts to bound.
She heads back to the dance in tears,
Her sobs she hopes no one will hear.
But that won't work, because she is mine,
And does everything I tell her just fine.
I laugh, for I guess you can't see,
That I am her, and she is me.
While in the corner of my eyes, tears start to swell.
Her ball gown flows to the floor,
And down my cheeks, the tears start to pour.
You play with her long brown hair,
My lungs hurt as I gasp for air.
You take her hand, and lead her across the floor,
I drop to my knees and beg for no more.
As she glides in your arms, and gives you a grin,
The room suddenly begins to spin.
The white walls press in, and I give out a cry,
Her hand covers her mouth, as she stutters a lie.
You nod your head and begin to wonder,
And fast as that, she is gone like thunder.
Her feet catch her off balance,
And I tell her she can't move without my allowence.
She glances at me and slams down her fists,
Someone holds out their hand to assist.
I dare her to take it and how sorry she'd be,
Once again, her rage doesn't affect me.
She picks herself up and heads for home,
Somewhere inside, she knows where I roam.
I find her in the kitchen that night,
Her eyes glowing a red light.
She feels the cold touch from my lips,
As I see the bloody wrist that she grips.
Her eyes are stern and bleeding gold,
But I refuse to offer her a hand to hold.
I grab the scissors and cut her hair,
And I know all the looks, I know all the glares.
I tear her dress right down the seam,
In her eyes, tears begin to gleam.
I laugh my mocking laugh in style,
In her throat, she tastes the vile.
I stand her up and twirl her round,
For the door, she starts to bound.
She heads back to the dance in tears,
Her sobs she hopes no one will hear.
But that won't work, because she is mine,
And does everything I tell her just fine.
I laugh, for I guess you can't see,
That I am her, and she is me.