Hold me down

Hold me up

Chains of hate

Chains of luv.

That you can’t escape,

Like the constant course of time,

Chains will hold you

To your crime.

Or the pinky promise

You chose to take

To your lover,

Did you make.

In life you see

Chains in every snail or bee.

Chains are the strings pulling on

What you do or who to be.

[I don’t like this but hey ho.]