I am freeing myself of your cruel talks
no longer a captive to your opinions or flock
Finally independent of the chaos we spawned

But there is a twist in the truth of the surface beyond;
you are the catalyst for my actions somehow.
Like when i find *** appealing, its for the reassurance now.

i allowed you to desecrate my self-image
Never again. I'm transforming our wreckage.
But the irony in the truth is thereupon

youre what my motivation is based on.
only this time i find what you hated,
trump it for him, and trust me when i say, he loves what ive recreated.