Bria's blog: "stuff"

From this height I'm falling,

I thought you went away,

Your love is like a prison,

my sentence forever pain,

You are like a game of chess,

I'm losing all my pieces,

I'm stuck I must confess,

you were always my weakness,

I feel like I'm your puppet,

you got me by the strings,

And every time you take me out to play,

the story will never change.