Words of sympathy echoing in my history, you were elevated, and the visions were slaves under your footsteps.
It is true, I was a pleasing personality with a colorful soul, but I shouldered a heavy load, painful pressure.
My route was so rough. Sometimes I forgot how to walk.
I never complained that men should display an attitude of toughness and control.
You were beside me, yet you were so far away, I should have let you carry some heavy load.
I loved you selfishly, I never allow you to, and I never let you escape.
I drew a border beside me, and a jail called love. I locked you inside, your dreams and your expectations were mummified.