You say you want to set me free
But your back is towards the door closed.
I just want to be set free
I know you’re going to miss me the most
I am not happy where I am now
You picked me up when I fell
You will catch the tide
Enjoy the ride
Be filled with pride
That you possess something of mine.
But let me remind you money can’t buy
The things that you stole. The value it holds.
You will suffer a hurricane
You bare the mark of Cain
You hold purity in dirty hands
And now I’m left with the thought of it.
You took what was mine
You better cross your heart and hope not to die.