Runaway

I'm a cold-blooded reptile,
you said so yourself.
Every move, every look,
every thought, every action,
had an alterior motive to you.
You were just waiting
for me to fuck up.
I hated that.

Dissected every single day...
and for what?
Just so you could put the pieces
together the way you thought
they should fit?

Living in a false reality
a world that will never exist,
so what if I chose to be skeptic?
Someone has to protect me.

You thought you were so much
better than me because
you had some sort of "insight"
into the way the world
and everyone in it works.
You had solved the
"great mystery of life."
That's why everything I believed in,
my faith, was nothing more
than a joke to you.

I thought I believed in magickal fate,
puppy love at first sight,
but when every day became
just another chapter of
meaningless fights and arguments,
I had to wonder...
just what was it that I was
fighting for?

At first it was you,
everything about you...
so fragile and precious,
wanting so desperately to be loved.

But that was all it was.
Desperation...and day after day
throwing it in my face
about how I held your heart
in my hands,
I couldn't fucking take it anymore!

So I ran away...
I could not be your absolution,
your only reason for wanting to live.
It was so heavy,
carrying you,
having to watch everywhere
I stepped so I wouldn't drop you,
so I wouldn't break you.  

Walking on broken glass
inside that miserable place
you call home...
it sucked the life out of me.
You forced me to be there,
because if I wasn't...
you thought I was somewhere else.

We never could have survived.
Polar opposites in every way.
I needed to fly, not be put in a
box that only you had access to.

Loving through paned glass?
A glass box.
Captivity is not the life I choose.

"Hold on loosely, but don't let go.
If you cling to tightly,
you're gonna lose control."