Former Owner

So, who was first?
Obviously not me.
She's locked up inside herself,
And I can't get anything free.
So won't somebody tell me, please,
Why the former owner always keeps the keys.
There's no bubbles to burst,
No bursting out crying nor dying of thirst.
She's utterly tied to somebody else,
And it seems he got there first.
And no, I'm not untying
The reins around her neck that she feels.
And I won't try to prise out of her the truth anymore,
When she lies about the things that she sees.
Because the former owner always keeps the keys.
There's no calling,
'Come here, you're necessary to me.'
There's no excitement in her face when I implore,
'Corrupt me and confess to me some more.'
And when we hear trees falling, or see people disappearing,
Her emotions won't be reached or released,
Because the former owner is keeping the keys.
Like a ticket inspector running for a bus,
Irony's revenge surrounds us.
And it's ironic that he promised you he'd never let you go,,
When he's left you used-up and disturbed.
And I said, 'Just as the early bird catches the worm,
The early cat catches the bird.'
But that former owner is keeping his word.