LS/MFT Letra

What's wrong with saying, “this is mine?”

He says her pain subsides.
He only wants a quiet mind.
Control is the prize.
A different mark for every time
He thought he'd been defied.
He said she left some marks on him inside.

Keep your eyes on me,
Never lie to me.
Blows to shape what you see.
You stayed willingly.

She's healing up just fine
To take what's coming up next time.
Striking with an open hand,
Mind set even as sense unwinds,
Tightening the ties that bind.
The cells are self-assigned.

Keep your eyes on me,
Never lie to me.
Blows to shape what you see
You stayed willingly.