F.

In my mind I`m crawling on your floor, vomiting and defeated
Total absence of grace your reluctant voice
saying; you decide your own fate
But I wear rubberbands round my soul they keep me from crawling
And these rubberbands round my soul they keep me from falling
In my repeated dreams you stare at me with an empty gaze
You turn your back on me and you search for more intriguing days
Loathing this,controlling this, let me get a hold of this
And then when you are not in my dreams and not in my mind
but we are at the same place at the same time
rubber no longer holds
the borders of my soul