I saw you on the street today and you looked the other way. Part of me died. It hurt so much inside. You told me you loved me just the other day. I followed you home. I can't be alone. You are my object of obsession. I reached for your hand and tightened my grip, as I took you into possession.
Scream all you want. Cry out loud. Even Batman can't save you now. Chained up in a cellar below the ground. No one heard your screams, because there's no one around. Pleading with your captor to grant your release will tighten the shackles more. Reaching out, you only grasp air every time you reach for the cellar door.
You found it fun playing with my heart and wrecking my feelings of joy. I only wanted to be your simple man, but you treated me like a boy. Well listen little girl because the tables have turned and now you're in a position. And when I'm through with you, you won't know what to do, but you're going to need a physician.
