Sigma

You say i betray you
That i´m always changing
When all i really do
Is not stay true to your illusions

You phone & talk marriage
Cover up the mouthpiece
Cursing at your mother
Grumbling ´bout your dinner

I am not your possession
Not another toy for the boy
Weary of your direction
Tired of your desire to control

Honey, i´ve got tell you
It´s like walking tightrope
I´m leaving your island
Built a ship of my own
I just want simple peace
So i say good bye, tatty bye