18 Years

She's got control of you,

and you love it

Controlling the pain of you,

with the palm of her hand

Yeah she's got control of you,

and you need it

She comes in red,

with a linen dress

Who knew

The door opens up,

and lets some light in

Someone calls,

and takes the blindfold off

You are home,

to see a woman standing

Someone holds to knock you out,

Who knew

A heavy beating,

the pounding of your heart

You start to sweat,

and you scream out

Something black answers back,

from the dungeon,

and you smile

The curtain surrounds you,

you begin to forget

The hammer cracks

the iron core of your mind