I'm starting to feel like you have me in a living prison, and my own life energy makes the bars stronger. My plans never included you, but somehow you held on along the way, dragging me back into that alley you led me down that day. You act helpless, but you must not be aware that a strong creature finds false weakness repulsive.
I'm not responsible to you. I don't owe you anything. (If anyone owes anything, it's you.) I don't have to make you happy. (It's impossible anyway.) You've been using me. Well now that I have no use for you, good-bye!
I'm climbing the clouds and you're afraid of all that nothingness. I'm touching the sun, and it's a little warm up there for you. And somehow I don't think running through the flowery meadows is really your style. That's okay, I want to do it alone.