i'm getting dizzy from your downward spiral
your making me spin out of control
i want out
freedom
but your arms are entwined into mine
having locked me to you
but, i now longer love you
to be honest i never did
i want to make beautiful things
magical, intelligent art
and you give me so much inspiration
but i would rather be a dead poet
than to continue my life
-or whatever god would call his creation that is me-
with you
goodbye..