Under my thumb, there’s no need to feel glum,
I’ll make your life hell, and there's nowhere to run.
My paranoia is making you ill,
torturing you is my greatest thrill.
Go to the bedroom and stay quiet for hours,
I will remove every one of your powers.
Except how your mind works, I can’t alter that,
I ask what you’re thinking, but your voice is flat.
I cannot get more from you than I can take,
hidden are your thoughts that you won’t forsake.
So my frustration gets bigger each day,
with every tactic, I find a new way.
There is only so much I can do,
one thing I can’t force, is your love from you.
