I won’t take this with my hands tied up tight
I refuse the part: Martyr of Drama
You will not exploit me without a fight
Nonetheless, I see a trend in hindsight
It is always the same old karma
But I won’t take this with my hands tied up tight
Even without any support of light
I can see through you like rays of gamma
You will not exploit me without a fight
And at least at the end of the night
I can say that I possess some dharma
And I won’t take this with my hands tired up tight
I don’t deserve what I got, you know I’m right
Yet we all know you add something extra
But you will not exploit me without a fight
How about we make this simple, alright?
There isn’t a part of me that wants to play part in your drama
I won’t take this with my hands tied up tight
You will not exploit me without a fight
Hey, I love this poem-your right I can really relate to this!