Yea this is the anthem of independence, no longer do I have to be in this, Lies and situations, It was a thought I felt I could runaway with/ Past drama and confrontations, she was queen and i was the subject.
Before i got in this process, of letting go, no means of access, I use to love talking about you, I wanted you apart of me, I'm telling you, nothing that you could imagine or ever see, Oh yea it gets deep, I remember loving you, watching you love someone else, the attention I was craving for, I surrendered myself. Still holding on dreaming, thinking of ways plotting, scheming. Thoughts of at least talking to you, Now I'm just so sick of you, being on my mind, like a new torture for this time
I finally forgave myself so now I can climb up and out of this hell. All I have to do is choose to get over this, mission with no award, pleasure made-up, man u never gave a fuck. I wanted your last name, and first you were my every word. Cause all i hear is "Don't fucking touch me, stop looking at me that way I'm not attracted to you in that kinda way". Once again denied, sad to say i was stuck those eyes gleamed like galaxies, I wanted you to spend your life with me.
