You are suppose to protect me not hurt me.
Why do you treat me the way you do.
You treat others like kings and me like the ground you walk upon. I’m not your peasant.
You wont be able to tell me what to do forever.
All you’re going to achieve is me hating you.
I’m not what you think I am or who you think I am.
To be honest you don’t know me as I don’t know you.
So respect me and who I am to you;
Because there’s a thin line between love and hatred.
A diffusion of blood is all that would be left.
Does it bother you now what you do to me;
When you try to dominant me.
