How could you call it like it is? Not once, not even once was your thinking on the right track, but you swore you knew everything there was to know.
Anything, everything that might break me down.
You swore I was easy.
Easy to tear apart
Easy to break
Easy to read
Easy to bend
And the last one might be true, I bend like the willow tree but I stay rooted.
You're treacherous, you would have me believing ridiculous things,
Then condemn me for listening to you. My war is within me.
It is as if I were my own worst enemy, you crave what I refuse, you tempt me constantly with death dealing things;"Eat a little more, just one more drink, you don't need to do those things today, spend your money on this instead." You would have me find shelter in a box desperately reaching out for sympathy by the side of the road only to make sure I know it's my own fault. How is it, I need you? That there is no me without you. Feeling would be non existent. But you know this, better than I do.