Why don't you condone it. Why don't you set me free. I don't think you own it. Cause it belongs to me. And if I ever want to take it back. You try to lie and hide it.
Just when I thought everything would be ok. Just when I started to believe that everything was going my way. Out came the cloud from under my feet. Crashing back down to reality.
Life imitates the game of chess. You can be the rook or a pawn. But if you have the strategy that's best. You can be the king or in this case the don.