Blood is raging from my toes up to my head.
It's boiling like water in the fire.
Tell me one more time to stop;
I will make you plea for your death.
"Dictate me in my next move;
I will give you a checkmate.
I'm not a chess piece!
But I can make your move."
You storm out of my away.
The first time I taste pleasure.
No one will ever dictate my life.
Can't you see, I'm free!
Those party lights are making my nights.
I toss glasses of champagne as people rant and shout at me.
As if I care!
Anyway, I'm in no direction.
It's an old summer night,
I'm home and I brushed against the old faded frame.
A photo of smiling faces.
The lady caressed the charming face of her man;
it's a nostalgic flashback— a promise of forever.
I unleashed a dreadful sigh, ain't it funny?
Out of the blue, I feel irony.
I hear soft chuckles playing again.
Tonight, will I pay the price of losing you?