You continue to haunt my dreams and criticize me there
You clipped my wings to keep me close
Now I fly in circles
You were my drug, and I miss every toxic dose
Now I need miracles
It's obvious you weren't the right choice
But I'd still make it every time
Being loved, even the wrong way, is somehow sublime
But you took away the love and left me with despair
I'm still grasping for any hint of it in the air
I disguise my heavy breathing by running faster
No destination, only desperation
But I shall be my own master
One day I'll be free of your clutch and I won't be so little, I'll be much.
Much stronger, much smarter, much more beautiful and worth every admirer
And I won't need your approval,
I'll relish in your removal.