The Web

The spider spindles it’s web, waiting for prey.

I became lost, and fell in that web, I hadn’t noticed the blood I bled.

You spindled your web into my head. And now I was blind, blinded by you.

You made me believe, our love was true.

Still I stay, not having a clue.

I thought our love was a new.

But I was blinded, I thought it was okay.

The way you made me think I was a mistake.

But I know who I am, I am me. And there’s nothing wrong with being free.

So I push and I pushed, until I got away from the web that you had made.

I’m here to say, I’m not who you think I am. I am not your prey.