I wanted it.
I needed it.
I needed other people to listen to me.
I wanted other people to follow me.
You never cared for it.
You never needed it.
But you had other people listening to you.
You had me following you.
It had me wondering how you got it.
It had me begging to learn how to get it.
It had me listening to you when everyone else walked away.
It had me following you when everyone else went home.
I was following you to learn how to gain it.
You were leading me to teach me how to give it up.
And bound by silk chains to a rawhide bed,
I finally felt what power truly is.
You have it wound into ninetails.
I have it pulsing through my screams.