Sick of this, sick of you.
Frustration.
Clenched hands.
Heated words unspoken.
Sick of being your fucking little toy.
Caged.
Nowhere else to go.
He's the only reason I haven't
closed my hands around your throat.
You make me feel so unappreciated.
I am nothing in your eyes,
I am only flesh in your hands.
Clenched hands.
Heated words unspoken.
Sick of being your fucking little toy.
Caged.
Nowhere else to go.
He's the only reason I haven't
closed my hands around your throat.
You make me feel so unappreciated.
I am nothing in your eyes,
I am only flesh in your hands.