You thought that I’m a puppet
Helpless in your hands.
I’m not and you don’t like it
I have my own defence.
You thought that I’m a soft one
And tried to squeeze my heart.
I was, but in conclusion
The things are getting hard.
You thought that I’d forget it
All that you have done.
I won’t and you will see it
My hope will never be gone.
You thought that I am happy
Of love that you pretend.
I was, but still I give you
A chance to take my hand.
