[Verse 1]
The light color in this room
The sunshine seeping in
Doesn't mix with the black of
Death's angel looming in

[Verse 2]
I've had enough of the
Brutal beatings and name callings
To lose me to this bed
Bruised internally, eternally

[Verse 3]
Your praise, little gifts you spent your money
And stuffed me with
Didn't amount to anything
The attention I need is much more serious

[Verse 4]
A kind of weight you couldn't lift
Even if your cheap career depended on it
I need someone much more mysterious
To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress

[Hook]
To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress
To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress
To be my, to be my miss
To be my mistress