Possession - Michael Maxwell

So I guess freedom is only one tenth of the law, You wanna teach somebody to

fly and they just learn how to fall,

And all anybody could ask for is somebody to be everything,

With the realism of the circle and the symbolism of the ring.

My own heartbeat;

mine,

My life dying compass;

mine,

You let me have to much now you owe me more, You’ll walk right into my world if

you try and walk out of the door.

It’s not about desire it’s about necessity,

You give until you learn how to take from me,

It’s not what I am it’s what I am to you,

It’s not what I feel that matters only what I do.

My addictive medicine;

mine,

My worldly prisoner;

mine,

You need me to need you and this makes you mine,

I’ll rule you with guilt keep you walking the line.

Not love, Possession.

A new handbag;

a compliment a scar,

A psychic wound;

an image a car,

Religion;

phone sex;

a knife,

A future;

a phone bill;

a wife.

So I;

he;

anybody is just another possession,

We turn love and romance into the emptiness of obsession,

You ask how could I be so selfish;

you cry about how you’ve been betrayed,

Who is really selfish wishing I’d have sacrificed myself and stayed.

My reason for living;

mine,

My reason for killing;

mine,

I have it in writing just how much you owe,

I’d rather hate you forever than ever just let you go.