Every day we play a game. I move forward, you step back. I want to forfeit. Stop and fast forward to the next scene. Where's the remote? Who has the control?
I grew up to my parents hating each other. Screaming for weeks until the police showed up. I swore I'd never let myself turn into that. Never become dependent. I have and I haven't. My eyes are open, my heart is free. I'm broken but I'm still breathing. I've got a talent for choosing the people who are worst for me. Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me where I've gone wrong.
Tell me, does your ass get jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth? If only our tongues were made of glass, would you be so careless with your words? And you can say 'sorry' or 'I love you' a thousand times, but if you can't show it, then your words don't mean a fucking thing. I don't need magic to disappear when your words make me feel invisible. And holding onto you any longer only makes me sick.
I have good days and fucking bad one. Call me T-Rex, I roar and soar. High and mighty but tomorrow I'll be gone. I want to be gone. I want to vanish.
You don't own me. No one does. Back to square one.