Tight woven ball of emotion in my stomach
It must be guilt I think, or maybe it's dread
An unexplained gut wrenching feeling
Fighting at the ropes of restraints
And the contraints I face every single day of my life

When you put pen to paper it sounds so depressing
But when trust is broken the danger runs deep
I wouldn't have to lie to you if you didn't ask me so many questions
Let me be independent and free
But thats not gonna happen if you don't trust me!

Its like one of those evil cirles you hear about
Winding round and round your neck
What if I want to be a different shape?
I want to be a zig zag or a squiggle instead
But I'm back to where I first began, ready to start this all over again
That dull feeling in my stomach there to stay.

xx *A* xx