II wandered lonely in a crowded place
My jumbled mind needed some space
Confusion reigned – a decision to make
Looking so self assured – and feeling so fake

I have this need – an urge to belong
But this society, makes out it’s wrong
He took my hands and bound them with twine
Looked into my eyes and growled – You’re mine

So now I am His – His collar I wear
What others think – so little I care
Although in his chains I feel so free
Alive and vital and proud to be me