Control

Control seems so simple
yet when you stand there
looking at me with blind anger
Control seems like something you've never heard of..

You pride is based on your so-called "Control"
yet as your hand comes in contact with my face
[Yes I remember, it plays constantly in bullet time]
Control is nowhere to be found..

I showed you what control really is that day
the Day you tried to bruise me again
I - in great control - walked away