Breaking these chains,
so I may have a change.
So things may change for me.
And no longer talking about it, but actually breaking free.
My heart is a slave.
My love is a slave.
And yet, they both are never getting what they need,
so how can I break these chains for me?
Looking around, seeing solid ground, I must swim to land and away from the sea of lies which drowns me.
No one is delusional, certainly not me, but I was blinded and lead astray.
He told me he would always carry me.
But he let me drown, as he left me chained.
He thought I was weak, but I was strong and began my swim.
I made strives to make waves to free me from these chains.
Crashing against rocks finally, scratches and scrapes and bruises,
I am tired of being used and abused here.
Taking back my heart.
Taking back my love.
You can have these broken chains, they serve me no purpose at all.
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A Woman's Emotions
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