Shackled

The screen that is life shows you living yours with him

I can take a stand, but instead I’m sitting here just watching

Love blossoming each passing day ever so slightly

And here I am holding back. Shackled.

I can be the guy I don’t want to be, the guy I despise

Refuse to do so though, so instead I’m laying here just dreaming

Hope being lost each passing night ever so slightly

So alone I go about things. Shackled.

Spoiling my time, my thoughts, but have no other choice.

I can go to war to win your heart, but instead I’m thinking here just writing

Time slipping with each passing second ever so slightly. Shackled.

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