Dear god, you’re scaring me.

To think we’d never speak again
or you would set me free
if, by chance, I disagree!

Why must I hold my tongue?
I’d like to change my mind, but still
my heart is a smoking gun
and changes for no one.

And as I watch you come undone,
in your eyes I’m as good as gone,
and everything I’ve worked for means nothing
to you anymore.

I’m out here in the cold;
my life is over;
I can tell I’ll never know a home,
save what I knew before I told you.

I’ve thought on this for years on end.
I’ve lied until my will was spent;
the lie I’ve known since birth is dead.

While I watch you come undone
and shrink and shrink until you're gone,
everything that I held dear
is meaningless now, I fear.

All you've given me
is smoke and mirrors.