I sit and wait for your return.
I wait for that shadow, that light,
flickering outside the door.
When you come
I will be ready.
The bait is out there
In the form of a lose end.
And I know you'll be back shortley.
You think you play the games.
you think you caught me
But I am the master of this zoo.
I decide what happens to my life
And weather I spend any of it with you.
You forget
That you give me the power
To say no to you
And to refuse you.
When you come calling...
at my door.