Won’t wait in a cage till someone comes to rescue me. I thought maybe I’d stay there but I can’t let myself be weak. The devil dressed herself up in a handsome, loving smile and she’s been pulling the wool over my eyes for all this time. And I’m surely longing for someone to care for. I won’t be the devil’s whore, no more, no more. She’d happily hold us both down and keep all eyes off the prize, but love is letting you go love, not tying you to my side. Hard to tell it from control because they look so alike, but in truth they are as different as the left is from the right.
- RT @chrisrwatson: And the close up focus of activity at a wood ant colony http://t.co/7YEdBRombu, 9 hours ago
- RT @MYSADCAT: My cat is sad because he can see into your past, knows about your mistakes, and thinks you are too hard on yourself. http://t.co/U5e0TQnOck, 9 hours ago
- RT @MYSADCAT: My cat is sad because he is finding out what a cold and unforgiving place the modern music industry can be. http://t.co/YgKZP0sgMS, 9 hours ago