You were supposed to be my protector.
Still I weathered all the storms.
Too young to know you're a projector
I carried your burdens like a torch.
And when I let that flame burn out.
You couldn't bare to witness the change.
Wrapped my arms around myself.
Not round your finger where you had me hanged.
I'm not some extension of your soul.
I'm not some painting on your wall.
Bragging about my success as if you played a role.
You love to take credit for it all.
I guess I've got to give credit where it's due.
I watched the way you lived your life.
You'd draw me in to stab me right in the chest.
So I ran away from the knife.
I guess it made me who I am.
So if that makes you proud then fine.
A lotus, head buried in the sand.
Only to flourish in the sunlight when it was time.
It must be hard for you to see.
Cuz you misery needs it's company.
And while you don't deserve it at all.
I guess you got my sympathy.
I don't carry your **** with me anymore.
Just this resentment always lingering.
You were supposed to be my guide.
Ignorantly I clung to your side.
Just for you to throw me to the wolves.
Just to judge me, so I'd hide.
But now that I make my presence known.
It feels like an insult to your pride.
I won't live my life in the shadows.
Just for you to feel alright inside.
I'm not responsible for your decisions.
I'm not responsible for your life.
You made your bed with such confidence.
And now it is where you must lie.