how it shouldn't be

I should be wary of ties that are chains and hands that are handcuffs. What should lead me out is very likely to wall me in. The bitterness of love is twin of its hope.

Love. A simple word, four letters, seemingly pleasant, yet the amount of pain it denotes is never shown.

I cannot stay your toy or your puppet forever. I cannot be wrapped around your finger forever. My love for you overpowers so much, but. There is always a but somewhere.

I want to return to what it was last time.

I'm not your part-time. You're never my part-time. You always are part of me, full-time. I don't dangle your heart in my hands, swing it around carelessly.

You say that you love me,
but baby, sometimes you're just saying the words.
If you've got something to tell me,
don't keep it inside,
let it be heard.
It's the last thing that I wanna hear.

I should be wary of ties that are chains and hands that are handcuffs. What should lead me out is very likely to wall me in. The bitterness of love is twin of its hope.