Oh, I wish I was free…
free of this “love”
that eats at my heart,
that tortures my mind
with what could-have-beens
and should-have-dones;
Oh, I really do wish I was free,
of this emptiness
that ties me up at night,
that curls me up
into a lonely ball
of dry sobs….
I wish I was really free,
free of you,
so every time it truly
would be a choice to have you…
but here I am a slave,
of your make-believe words,
of your pretend touch,
your lying kisses.
And I really wished I was free.