Control

Breaking Free: A Melodic Tale of Liberation and Heartache
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Lyrics

You, I’ll go wherever you want me to

Expressing willingness to follow and comply with the desires of someone else.

I’ll do whatever you tell me to

Commitment to carry out any instructions or requests given by the person mentioned.

So lost in this world

Feeling disoriented or confused in the current situation.

Forgot you’re just another girl

Realizing that the person in question is not unique or special, just like any other girl.

You control me yeah

Acknowledging that the person has a significant influence or power over the speaker.

You control me,

Reiterating the idea that the person has control over the speaker.


With every little sense of my being

Highlighting the depth of influence on every aspect of the speaker's existence.

and every fucking thought that I’m thinking

Emphasizing the all-encompassing nature of the person's impact on the speaker's thoughts.

Down to every tooth in my mouth and every single word that comes out

Detailing the extent of control, even down to trivial aspects like speech and dental health.

You say I got a chip on my shoulder

Acknowledging an identified flaw or burden that the person perceives in the speaker.

And everyday I feel older

Expressing a sense of aging and the toll taken on the speaker over time.

I feel a sadness to the bone

Describing a profound, bone-deep sadness experienced by the speaker.

Does your blood still run cold?

Posing a question about the emotional state of the person, questioning if they still feel emotionally distant.


Well go ahead and let me know how I get out

Requesting guidance on how to escape the current situation or emotional state.

I’m so done with, I’m so done with you

Expressing a strong desire to distance oneself from the person in question.

Let me know how to get out,

Seeking instructions on how to break free from the emotional entanglement.

Imma run away from this

Declaring an intention to escape and avoid the current emotional struggles.


I don’t wanna lose all my friends but girl I don’t blame them

Acknowledging a loss of friends, potentially due to the influence of the person mentioned.

I haven’t been all the same since you tried to claim them

Attributing personal changes to the attempt of the person to control or possess the speaker's friends.

I don’t wanna throw you away or fight for the same thing

Expressing a dilemma between holding on to the relationship and fighting for common goals.

You can have me,

Offering oneself to the person, emphasizing their control over the speaker.

You control me,

Reiterating the theme of the person having control over the speaker.


With every little sense of my being

Repeating the idea of the person's influence on the speaker's thoughts and senses.

and every fucking thought that I’m thinking

Emphasizing the depth of control, especially in the speaker's thoughts.

Down to every tooth in my mouth and every single word that comes out

Detailing the extensive influence on various aspects of the speaker's expression.

You say I got a chip on my shoulder

Addressing a perceived flaw or burden represented by a "chip on the shoulder."

And everyday I feel older

Reiterating the feeling of aging and the emotional toll taken on the speaker.

I feel a sadness to the bone

Expressing a profound sadness affecting the speaker to the core.

Does your blood still run cold?

Posing a question about the emotional state of the person, questioning if they still feel emotionally distant.


Well go ahead and let me know how I get out

Seeking guidance on how to escape the current situation or emotional state.

I’m so done with, I’m so done with you

Expressing a strong desire to distance oneself from the person in question.

Let me know how to get out,

Seeking instructions on how to break free from the emotional entanglement.

Imma run away from this

Declaring an intention to escape and avoid the current emotional struggles.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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