Trapped.

He put his bars around her, now she's trapped as can be.
He says she's not his, but when it comes down to it, he never lets her free.
He broke her down until there was nothing more of her.
Used and abused is what he keeps her aound for.
She's broken all over, knowing her luck with him is as good as a four leaf clover. It's just a leaf, it has no luck. Its just a myth.



Her loving him comes easy. Easy as a hot June day when its nice and breezy.
He doesent know when to say enough is enough. Just being with her feels so easy.
She is everything thats bad for him, she is his biggest sin.
Noone wants them to be together, including him,
but there's something about her that keeps him hanging on, he doesent even know where to begin.
He is the shine in her eyes, the truth to all of her lies.
She is the dark to his nights, and the start of all of his fights.
She is the problem, he is the answer.
He can bring her down, so down as if hes cancer.
She is his book, he opens her up whenever he wants to take a look.
Every insecurity, every vulnerabilty she has, washes away when he tells her that he's there to stay.
She is his, but he's not hers. He is everything that is a lie,
so why can he get her so high, that it feels like she can fly?
He is the break to her heart, the scars to her body.
He is the tears that pour out of her eyes, He is her number one prize.
She is his play toy, the decision he made that turned him into a man from a little boy.
She is the floor he walks on. He is the king, and she is the pawn.
She is the easiness to him, especially when she touches his body from limb to limb.
She is the shakiness of his voice, she is and will always be, the wrong choice.