There’s a girl that I hold prisoner,
I don’t want to but I do,

Sometimes when I’m feeling bold,
I promise her the world,
But once we step outside the door
My word I cannot keep
I tease her tell her things we’ll see,
But we never get to close,
I’m scared she’ll get away from me,
And finally be free,
Could it be this world’s for her?
Or is it just a trap,
For once she’s free I’ll be no more
When she’s out she’s out for good,
Will this world be kind to her?
Or throw her in a ditch.
Will she see the sights she seeks?
Or hide away in fear
Will she get to live her life?
Or lose it just for trying
Is my breath without freedom worth the breathing?
Is a day without hiding worth dying?
Someday I hope to know.
There’s a girl that I hold prisoner,
But I’m the one confined.