I'm smiling while I am thinking about the good times-
at the same time, the pain is leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Suddenly all I can think of is how sick I am of all the lies.
I swore it would never come to this,
swore I could ignore the fact that you did not care,
ignore every time you ran to others
on the rare occasion that I could not be there.

Here I am staring at my ceiling,
realizing it is not you I need-
I just need a little healing.
And your hands cannot do that anymore,
in fact they never could.
Let all of this pain go, I know that I should.

I don't want to be simply an option.
I don't want to be your temporary fix.
What I want to be is free of these chains,
of all these games.
I want you to realize that more than my own,
it is your pain that I want to take away.
So I beg of you, quit playing around with minds,
For once in your life,
just give it to me straight.