To Sir, With Soul

Yes, Sir!
You, Sir!
You are holding my strawberry cake in your arm
like a hand grenade
and you, Sir, are ready to throw it away
Make it boom boom boom

Yes, Sir, those pieces are me!
Ones that you've torn apart
then you burn burn burn them to ashes

Aye, Sir!
It's me, Sir!
Up on my knees
Begging please please please
Let me unlocked
Let me uncuffed
off your fantasy in my head

It's a great torment, Sir.




~Catatan ketika ingin terlepas dari cemburu~