Knowing you was like holding smoke in my hands.
The canvas dried, the brush hand choked.

And now I have met my match
Never wanted you
In reality it was the illusion
Of all the tactics you did
The boyish suffering you thrived upon
I was gone.
I got my freedom back.

Like an anchor on my soul
You always felt death running through your bones and
I holding onto something new
I'm loving my life since you.

You can’t tell me I’m wrong
Your guilt and your shame wouldn’t allow you to
I was left to my own devices
Thought I found a friend
Smoking mirrors just made me crave a connection
It's all on me
Healing is all I ever wanted to do
And I wouldn't change a thing
Because all this smoke glazed over
brought me to.. now
And I could not be more grateful.

I love the reality of my life more and more each day.