For eight years I cared for you with gentle, tender hands. And for eight years you sucked the life from my skin, and the skin from my bone. You crushed my soul into mashed potato.
You didn't just step on my toes. You chained my feet to the fucking ground.
You didn't just make me tread on eggshells. You covered the floor around me in fucking landmines.
You didn't just lock the door. You bricked up the entire fucking room.
For eight years I cared for you with gentle, tender hands. And for eight years you sucked the life from my skin, and the skin from my bone. You crushed my soul into mashed potato.
But you made a mistake. You left a tiny little fire behind. You failed to put me out completely.
And now I'm out. I've fled your prison, my fire is growing, and the tiger inside me is itching to be let loose.
These hands of mine will always be gentle and tender. My soul will always be kind and caring. But this tiger wants some action - and he wants it tonight.
