Voodoo Doll

In the palm of your hand
I cannot flee
Make any demand
Don’t spare me

Pain all over
Black spots in sight
Could you go any lower
I will find out tonight

Ache in my head
This is a struggle
I’d rather be dead
I want no more trouble

I don’t want to be controlled
This is getting old

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Tough love.