I'll always come running back to you,
I'll always pick you.
I'll always go home,
The place where you are.
I guess you could say I'm your dog,
And you're my master.
Because I'll never dis-obey you,
And if one day,
I just leave,
And never come back,
I'll find my way to a new home,
And be trained again.
I gave you my trust,
I gave you my love,
But if you don't want it,
I can only spend so much time whining.
You can lock my outside your door,
And i'll just wait,
And wonder who you found.
Who could give you what I gave you?
Who could fill my spot?
It'll never be the same with another master.
But all I can do,
Is hope i'm not abused again. Yet I still wanna be your dog.