CONTROL.

Why does she do it and do it the way that she does

She tinkers around like I’m the small change in her purse

There ain’t no room to breath anymore

There’s always something starting a war

I argue back she points to the door…

Her heart and mind and soul

Are all about control.

But I love her and I’m letting go

I’ve hung in hard but I’ve not one thing to show for it

Yes I love her but she’s got full control

How can you share…

No there’s not one thing to show for it.

I know she’s doing it she’ll say that it’s false when it’s true

She states that it’s black then it’s white when I’m staring at blue

There ain’t much arguing she’ll just state the fact

I’ll take a chance when the odds have been stacked

There ain’t no luck when the mirror is cracked

Her heart and mind and soul

Are all about control.