Thomas Morman - Never Free

Her good spirit brings me joy,
but could it be, just a decoy?
All that effort to lie to me,
all that effort so the truth I couldn't see.
A secret within her yet to unfold,
increasing the pain about tenfold.
The pain from her doesn't seem to be ceasing,
for the cuts on my body seem to be increasing.
Why I try, why I care,
I do not know,
but I'll always be there.
I feel controlled almost under a spell,
but the spell is my own,
it's not hard to tell.
The day we met I could already see,
that without her I'd never be free.
But with that said I'll go take my meds,
and keep believing the lies to be said.

Thomas Morman

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