Sitting on the rooftop I sang a little song
Trying to escape all my troubles, is that really so wrong?
Every time I think of you, those memories flip through my mind
like flipping through a deck of cards, each to it’s kind
your power plays and wicked ways had a tight hold on me
You locked my heart away in a cage, and threw away the key
Everytime I want to break away from your grip
I know it’s not...