Poisoned by your needs to
Control everything take over me
My intentions were pure
Tension
Tension
Leaving no room for my wishes
Painfully charging like a steer
Through me go ahead my matador
Take my life as it would
Tension
Tension
I always thought you were the bull
In the China shop pushing
Your way around leaving your
Sloppy marks above ground
But now I am the torro
A rodeo for you to be free in
However you choose to be
Tension
Tension
The sanctity and safety of
What I might have felt has
Gone away and now I am
Left with myself
Not feeling empty but
Ready for change
If I move to Japan
Start over again
Does it matter anyway
It’s my turn to exist
Maybe a year from now
Relief
Relief
A friendship that convicts
Itself of being unprotected
By the elements of your
Outside forces and influences
So then I am wrong
But from all of this
We will be freed
That feels right
© GÄ
Poétique 